Room 406, evening

[izzyalienqueen]

After a rather flail worthy evening Wednesday night and then a slightly flail inducing conversation with Bel today, Isabel did a little mental math and decided it was still early enough in Moscow that Parker would likely be awake. Picking up her phone, she hit the speed dial.

The door was closed but knockable.

Comments

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"...please be kidding."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Oh no," she said. "I'm not. And it gets better."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"How is that possible?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Angel feels the same."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker spluttered in mingled horror, disbelief, and hilarity. "He what? Is he stoned?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Personally I think he's getting into Logan's tequila," Isabel laughed.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Ohhhhh I am *so* sad I won't be there when the hangovers and gremlin spit wear off," Parker laughed. It was either laugh or shriek. "And I am *so* glad that Bel isn't one of my problems any more. Sheesh."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Am I mean and horrible for wishing to be a fly on the wall?" she asked. "Because it's going to be hilarious."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"It so is, and you so aren't." Parker chuckled a little bit more. "This could only funnier if Logan was aware of it. And he might be, by the time it's over. 'I love you too, man!'" she said, imitating Angel.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Now that's a mental image..." she laughed. When suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Let me get that."