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She wasn't thrilled to be amongst her peers once more, but how could she skip out on something that only happened every fifteen years give or take? It was made easier by the company of a few friendly faces she'd kept in touch with. If they could manage to get by, so could she. Thankfully, the circling liquor seemed to ease the tension that coursed through her veins. One glass after another, it was safe to assume that she wouldn't be driving back to Denver when things were all said and done. Instead, she'd rent a room and when the sun greeted her the morning after, she'd backtrack before heading home to the city she found herself already missing. Lost in thought, she hadn't noticed the other lingering close until he spoke. To her own surprise, he wasn't the only one who failed to recognize more people than not. "I think your memory is busted, Warren. Might want to get that checked out or lay off the glasses," she teased as fingers curled tightly around the stem of the glass she'd down in a couple of sips from habit. His offer was painfully appealing and while every part of her wanted to agree, she slowly shook her head and blew out an exhale of defeat. "Honestly? I don't know. It's weird, right? Just being back here? It's not... terrible. I knew we'd have one of these things one day, I just didn't think fifteen years would go by so quickly. What about you? Are you good?"

location — the reunion status — closed thread for @parkerwatscn

alexander checked his clock, watched the seconds passed by in a haze as people around him got looser and accustomed with eachother, a part of him eager to join the bunch in ways he hadn't been able to do back in his college years. another part of him searched for parker's familiar set of features through the sea of people, trained eye focused on her body language and trying to find any indication that vaguely communicated discomfort, the way he had promised to do when they had discussed making an appearance.

a heaven-sent tray with complementary champagne flutes appeared right before him as parker's silhouette did, and after taking a couple and thanking the waiter wholeheartedly for their endavours knowing fully well how disruptive the class of '08 tended to be, alex walked towards their friend, placing one of the flutes in front of her "either my memory is turning to shit and i should be worried about how many people i actually remember— or i was more of a pariah than i remember" he grinned. "how are you holding up? say the word and we ditch, drive 30 minutes to some diner and eat our weight in french fries."

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There was nothing she hated more than the way her own heart betrayed her. She could wear a look of unamused all she wanted, but it wouldn't change the harsh thrumming of her heart against her ribcage. Thankfully, she had no worries of it being heard over the loud (and rather obnoxious) beats from music that aged them all past their prime. Brown orbs met the other's daring gaze. Of course, if time had given the woman anything, it was an annoyingly attractive boldness that had only gotten strong over the years. "A beautiful woman, huh?" She caught the compliment, but refused to acknowledge it. They'd played this game a hundred times before and not once had Parker ever won. Unfortunately for Susie, she'd given up losing a long time ago. "Well, here's to hoping you find someone that's interested in being your reprieve. I'd like to tap out now. I'm sure you've got plenty of other people wanting your attention anyway."

what a ridiculous concept, a simply ludicrous thing, to spend no more than a few hours back within these walls and find herself once again in the sturdy, unforgiving arms of parker watson. it was the most natural thing in the world. their stars not aligned but indeed parallel, shooting up, up, in their impossibly fast, impossibly stubborn trajectories. and every now and then, susie's star would dart out of line and crash into parker's, just for kicks. and here they were again. and there parker is, hesitant hands patting susie on the back, her breath in the shell of susie's ear. "oh, that is just like you," susie muttered back, her lip curling coyly. parker pried their bodies apart, and in the few moments she took to excuse the boring busybody, susana stared openly at her. she'd never been one to bother too much with shame, or restraint. tight, lively curls and endless eyes and high cheekbones, face as singular and as regal as a church in high summer. she'd always loved looking at parker. a small fire lit in susie she didn't doubt parker had the power to either fan or quash, depending on how sour she was left after all this time. her eyes rolled. susie's smirk spread to a cheshire grin. "please! i'm paid well for my stories. they're meaty and plentiful, thank you very much." she sighed, unwillingly peeling her gaze away. "the sad fact of the matter is: i simply don't have the holy patience i used to have. life is short, parker, i can't be enduring unendurable conversations when i could be throwing myself into the arms of a beautiful woman. you know?"

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She'd gone almost two hours without any amount of bitterness coating her tongue and in mere seconds, that all changed. Parker cursed herself silently as eyes trailed down a figure she would have known anywhere. Not to mention, the overworked dramatics that filled the air all around. She'd been ready to turn and run when said voice was aimed directly at her, only for the woman's to crash into her next. She stood perfectly still for a few moments, the surprise knocking every rational thought from her mind, but she recovered quick enough and wrapped her arms loosely around the other where she offered a few awkward pats and a forced smile to the onlooker. "I'd rather watch the show," she muttered quietly before she pulled away and opted to play ball. Even if she desperately wanted to see the woman stumble, she couldn't resist a moment to catch up. "It's been so long. I'm sorry," she lied, the apology directed towards the friendly face who had finally taken the hint. Once their other classmate was out of earshot, Parker took a rather large step back and rolled her eyes. "What was that about? Not enough stories to hold the conversation down?"

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susana loved to talk about herself. actually, correction, she loved to lie about herself. deceit came to her as honey to a bee in summertime, sticky and ripe on her tongue, sweet all the way to the root. she'd forgotten the name of the face she now gazed upon, false smile affixed to her wine-bruised mouth - an angelwood alumni she hadn't cared to lodge into that sinewy long-term memory wedge of her brain - who expressed ardently that they'd kept up with every last one of her new york times pieces. she had grown terribly bored, terribly quickly; someone who knew her well meant no wiggle room for untruths if she ever felt like a throwaway lie, just for fun. which she so frequently did, wouldn't you just know it? but, right over their shoulder as though descended from heaven, a glorious scapegoat attempted to skate her by. "oh, i'm so sorry, will you excuse me? i just have to-" histrionic as ever, she launched over their shoulder and into the arms of the savior. "i haven't seen you in so long - wow!" she exclaimed, but the moment she settled into their non-expectant embrace, she muttered discreetly into their ear. "save me from perishing of boredom, pretty please?"

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location — class reunion.

character — @byathred ( aiden coleman )

To her greatest surprise, being in a room full of old acquaintances wasn't all that bad. Granted, she'd had enough punch to ease the tension and she'd made her rounds of friendly conversation. It was the kind of reunion that she'd pictured in movies, never in her own life. Of course, there was the lingering question of when someone would bring up the infamous and greatly missed Olive Myers. Though it had been years, Parker was almost certain she'd spotted the woman's twin and her older brother somewhere amongst the sea of reunion attendees. "I can't believe the punch is actually spiked." Whether it was on purpose, she hadn't thought to ask. Everyone else seemed to sipping on it just fine, so why the hell couldn't she let go for one night? "I think this is where I'm supposed to say you look good and haven't aged a bit, but only one of those is true and clearly you look good," she complimented in between a lame joke. She hadn't really known him back in college, but she was sure he'd been just as handsome then as he was now. "Can you believe it's been fifteen years already?"

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location — class reunion.

character — @nvghtsignals ( nate dalton )

Appreciation was a strong word, but that's the very feeling that flooded her veins at the sight of Nathaniel Dalton. Annoyingly handsome smile aside, she'd always been a fan of his legal tact, even if they were on opposite sides, she could respect counsel. "I'm sorry, are you lost? You look like you should be running for office or delivering a mediocre closing argument," she teased with a low hum. The time they'd spent together wasn't lost on her. No, the heat that rose to her cheeks was hidden away behind the brim of her cup as she took a long drink of punch. Only after she was satisfied that the flush had settled into her skin, she lowered the cup and offered a smile towards him. "Fifteen years. Where do you think they all went? It feels like just yesterday we were all here." She'd always been one of the most focused people in the room. The future she'd wanted for herself had been clear from the moment she'd stepped foot onto campus. Some weren't so lucky to have it figured out, but Parker? It was just a matter of steps.

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location — class reunion.

character — @thea-waldrof

Denver wasn't a far drive from Angelwoods, but it was far enough. She'd tapped at the steering wheel nervously the whole time. It wasn't because she feared what awaited her, not entirely, at least. She'd moved on with her life and she'd made a name for herself in a bigger city. She had friendly faces to look forward to, but she had a few people she could have gone a lifetime without every running into again. One of those people being someone who couldn't shy away from the spotlight even if she tried. Thankfully, Parker had found solace at the drink table, he boozy cup in hand. It helped calmed the nerves, but it wasn't nearly strong enough to settle the flutters that coursed through her body every time she scanned over the room looking for that one person she wasn't ready to see. "The punch is good. Would suggest a small pour at first, but it's good." She spoke a tone louder thanks to the blasting eighties jams that reminded her of just how young they weren't. "They realize we graduated fifteen years ago, right? Not thirty." It felt like a lifetime ago that she was wandering the campus with her head held high. Even longer since they'd won their first championship, all thanks to a picture perfect performance by one of the star players.

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Ella Mai - Naked

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kyliebunbury Los Cabos 🌞

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Grey's Anatomy 6.12

I Like You So Much Better When You're Naked

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kyliebunbury Adventure Seeker. #Flinstones

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PARKS AND RECREATION 4.19 – live ammo

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PARKER EDEL WATSON. THIRTY-SIX. PA. FIVE OF SWORDS.

FULL NAME: parker edel watson.

NICKNAME(S): park, pewy.

AGE:  thirty-six.

DATE OF BIRTH: june 15.

PLACE OF BIRTH: denver, colorado.

CURRENT LOCATION: ???, colorado.

GENDER: cis female.

PRONOUNS: she/her.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual.

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic.

RELIGION: none.

OCCUPATION: prosecuting attorney.

EDUCATION LEVEL: doctorate of law.

LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: ???

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.

FACECLAIM: kylie bunbury.

HAIR COLOR AND STYLE: dark brown & it depends on the day. sometimes she likes to wear it tied back, other days she prefers leaving it down.

EYE COLOR: dark brown.

EYESIGHT: perfect vision.

HEIGHT: five foot, eight inches.

WEIGHT:  one hundred and twenty-eight pounds.

BODY AND BUILD: athletic / slim.

TATTOOS: none.

PIERCINGS: ears.

CLOTHING STYLE: casual / business professional.

DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: smile.

HEALTH.

MENTAL DISORDER(S): anxiety.

PHYSICAL DISORDER(S): none.

ALLERGIES: none.

SLEEPING HABITS: when she isn't working into the early hours of the morning, she sleeps just fine.

EATING HABITS: again, when she isn't distracted with work, she has no problem with grabbing meals. it's when she gets into the workzone that she's not always so mindful of meal time.

SOCIABILITY: oh, she can work a room well. she loves being the center of attention & owns it when the attention does come her way.

ADDICTIONS: work?

DRUG USE: none.

ALCOHOL USE: casual drinker & loves a good glass of wine to settle down.

FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC.

MOTHER: erika watson, née novak.

FATHER: gregory watson.

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: none.

BEST FRIEND: wanted connection.

EXES: wanted connection(s).

SIBLING(S): none.

PET(S): none.

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“You can, you should, and if you’re brave enough to start, you will.”

— Stephen King; On Writing (via desveladas)

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