Spike's Pub (Wednesday, around 7:30pm)

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

::Hank escorts an extremely twitchy mparker16 into the pub and sits her down at one of the tables. He then turns to the bar and addresses the bartender::

Could I please get a bottle of Glenfidditch and a glass? My friend over there is knurd and needs some drunkening up.

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[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

((Woot for the angsty whisky drinkers!))

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

::::vibrate vibrate vibrate vibrate vibrate::::

Don't. Forget. The. Rocksssssssss.

*twitch*

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

Oh, right.

::returns to the bar::

And a bucket of ice, please.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Thanks, Hanks. Hanks. Heh. Like Tom? Sure. Big guy!

*Parker begins making a detailed list in her notebook while slowly sipping her Scotch rocks, still vibrating enough to jiggle the edge of the bar*

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

::keeping an eye on Parker's knurdness level::

You're welcome, Parker. But it's McCoy, like the Hatfields and McCoys.

::tries to peek at what she's writing in the notebook::

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*scribble scribble*
*sip, sip, sip*

Ever been shot at, McCoy?

*sippy sip*

*scribble*

Hank can see the words: TO DO at the top of the list, along with a couple other lines, including:
-- get crucifixes
-- talk to Professor Gandalf
-- talk to Professor Drusilla (take back-up!)

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

::notes that Parker seems to be sobering up. From the other side, of course::

Yes, actually. Let's see, I've been the target of... ::starts counting on fingers:: normal firearms, plasma weapons, stun weapons, power-dampening weapons, and in the case of an extremely stupid man, a net-gun. A ROPE net.

::thinks to himself:: Crucifixes? Oh damn, we have vampires now, don't we.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*Parker is unwillingly impressed*

Hunh. Creative.

*she peers at him over the sliding shades*

So you don't scare easy.

*sips her drink*

That's... good.

*she nods emphatically*
*approaching sober, she contemplates her little list*

Know anything about demons?

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

::looks Parker in the eyes. As best he can with the shades and all, anyway::

I do my best; that's all that anyone can do, isn't it? And of course I was scared by some of those incidents. I just make my adrenaline work for me rather than against me.

I'm generally familiar with several mythologies which contain demons, but I'm not personally experienced in that area, no. You might want to speak with Professor Hellboy or Professor Jareth; I understand that they're teaching the Paranormal Studies and Myth and Magic classes, respectively.

::takes hold of Glenfidditch bottle:: And I think you should start slowing down unless you want to pass right back through sobriety into drunkenness.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Damn. Hate that you're right.

*Parker glares at him, but surrenders the bottle, even though she looks at it longingly*

I really need more of that Black Death. Later, though. When I need to be alert. Like you said, make the adrenaline work for you.

*She stares at her list, and nods to herself*

Before I came here, all demons were metaphorical. It's almost a relief to be able to see them in front of me, but... I don't know how to stop them.

*she clenches her pencil until it snaps*

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

::doesn't startle, but raises an eyebrow at the snapped pencil::

'When burdened with ignorance, seek enlightenment.' It sounds like you should spend some time in the Library. I'm sure that Mr. Methos would be glad to direct you to the correct section.

And while I enjoy this conversation, I need to return to work. Shall we continue it at a later time?

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*contemplating this, Parker nods*

Yeah. *her eyes narrow* I think you're on to something, McCoy.

Thanks for the coffee. And the alcohol. And, uh, talking.

*she is mildly embarassed that she was not in control this evening*

I'll talk to you later.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Hellllooo Misssh Parker!

*CJ flings her arm in a general flailing hello towards the one person she knows from school*

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*Parker squints, momentarily thinks, eep! Teacher! but the combo of alcohol and caffiene pretty much squishes that thought stillborn*

Heyyyy Mizzz Cregg! Lookin' good!

*she toasts her Speech Teacher, and continues to write her little list with her other hand*

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

*looks over her shoulder, smiles cordially at the new arrivals, and goes back to morosely pondering the growing line of empty shot glasses.* This is going to take all night. Even drinking this stuff Mac brewed up. *pauses* *squints* Twelve . . . twenty . . . fifteen . . . okay, I think they're working now.

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

*reaches for nearest glass* *misses* *closes one eye, tries again* *misses* Alright, home to bed for me, then. *stands, sways* *waves one hand rather vaguely G'night all!

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

::absently waves at dark-haired woman::

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*Parker peers around Hank, and waves bye to the woman leaving*

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

::returns from men's room to find his drinking partner has left without even being walked home.::

::And has stuck him with the tab for the last eight rounds::

Hit me one more time.

To the most gorgeous woman in the universh!