"Just the stuff from the 24th floor. Heard it was messy.."
The deep breath, avoidance of the edge, tenseness, all tell Parker Chucky wouldn't be so useful as she thought he might be.
"Fun and necessary. I can't leave it for everybody else to drink and explode. It's not like this is Coke and Pop Rocks. Somebody does that, they deserve it." Parker has difficulty with urban legends. She's never entirely sure if they're true.
It's only now that Parker has a chance to look at what she's palmed, and like when he touched her without invitation, her mood change is immediate. Before it was distrustful fact-giving. Now it is disgusted rage.
Walking over to her neat row of bottles, she picks up the last one. Without looking, she throws it over the ledge. For someone who looks like she's not aiming, or even concentrating on throwing, it travels a long, long way. The victim of this is explosion is a shrubbery.
"You drink the Kool-Aid!" She makes it sound like the worst possible thing to do, even worse than illegal downloading.
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The deep breath, avoidance of the edge, tenseness, all tell Parker Chucky wouldn't be so useful as she thought he might be.
"Fun and necessary. I can't leave it for everybody else to drink and explode. It's not like this is Coke and Pop Rocks. Somebody does that, they deserve it." Parker has difficulty with urban legends. She's never entirely sure if they're true.
It's only now that Parker has a chance to look at what she's palmed, and like when he touched her without invitation, her mood change is immediate. Before it was distrustful fact-giving. Now it is disgusted rage.
Walking over to her neat row of bottles, she picks up the last one. Without looking, she throws it over the ledge. For someone who looks like she's not aiming, or even concentrating on throwing, it travels a long, long way. The victim of this is explosion is a shrubbery.
"You drink the Kool-Aid!" She makes it sound like the worst possible thing to do, even worse than illegal downloading.