Las Vegas, Tuesday evening

[izzyalienqueen]

"I'm telling you," Isabel said as she started the DVD player. "I have to watch it and the sequel for class. Do you really think I'd choose to watch over three hours of bad Eighties break dancing and cheesy subtext if I didn't have to?"

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"You might be going to another planet," Parker pointed out. "Or having a nice nervous breakdown. It could happen."

A chip impacted the screen as the dancing heated up, and the lead's face stayed utterly expresionless.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Thank you but no. Unless I decide to go road tripping with Ronan out to the great beyond, I'm strictly Earthbound these days," she promised. "And I'll reschedule any potential breakdowns if you need me."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Cool. I'll pay airfare." Parker smirked over at her. "Or that and Portalocity. I know you could have Wyatt orb you, that's not the point. But I need time to work out the details. I'll tell you when I know more." Then she stared at the screen. "Oh My god. Who thought *that* was a good idea?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel smiled in understanding. "First class, all the way."

Serious conversation over, she threw a handful of her own chips at the screen. "Some very drunken writer. Can I just say how glad I am that break dancing is no longer the rage?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"They better give you an A just for sitting through this crap. Can I get extra credit?" Parker demanded. "Not that Oxford would believe this for a minute."