The Fourth Sin--Friday Night--OPEN

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Jarod was behind the desk, surfing the internet for information about sailing. He was very busy and definitely wasn't brooding because that wasn't his thing about Parker being at a dance with someone else. He may have thought about it occasionally, but really, that was just curiosity.

He was also curious about whether or not GOB would show up to repeat his performance from Tuesday.

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Becky made her way through the door, glaring, after stopping by Caritas (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/642235.html?thread=25101755#t25101755).

She sniffled. "Hi, Jarod," she croaked.

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Becky? What's wrong?"

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"Sick," Becky said, heading for the stairs. "Have flu. GOB idiot."

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Do you want some chicken soup?" He asked, concerned (about her health. Tuesday's escapades had raised a few flags about GOB's intelligence in Jarod's mind), then remembered, "Oh, and do you mind if I have a few friends over Sunday afternoon?"

[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

"Sure, friends are fine. No soup, thanks. Think I'm just gonna go sleep," Becky said.

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Good night then. Feel better." He waved. "Is there anything in particular you'd like me to take care of while you're resting?"

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"Nothing in particular," Becky replied, heading up the stairs. "Thanks."

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Night."