Hyperion Hotel, Sunday Evening

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Logan stepped through the doors of the Hyperion and unclipped the leash from the dog's collar. Sean dashed over to his water bowl behind the reception desk, slurped up some water, then dashed back out to the lobby to drip on Logan and Angel.

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Angel bent down to pet Sean, not caring about the mess. "All better? Not so thirsty anymore?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*ring*

Parker was only a little buzzed. Not drunk, nope. Not her. Just kinda... fuzzy around the edges.

Yeah, that made this a much better idea.

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"Not it," Angel immediately said.

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Logan sighed. He stepped around Sean (giving the dog a quick scratch behind the ears) and hit the speakerphone button for the phone on the reception desk. "Angel Investigations, we help the helpless," he said without enthusiasm.

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"So, hey. Good. Use the motto, love the motto, live by the motto." Parker fell back on her bed. "Who made up the motto, anyway?"

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Angel frowned at the voice he heard. "Parker?"

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"Parker, this crush of yours is cute, but I'm afraid I'm already taken." Logan flopped down on the red ottoman.

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"And these delusions of your are amusing, but I'm afraid I'm only buzzed, not crazy." Parker snorted. "Like some people. Ha."

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"You drunk dialed us?"

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Parker chortled, then demanded, "Well, I'm not drunk-dialing Cal! And everybody else is here! Except Isabel, and she doesn't have a frakking phone. Pffttt."

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Angel came over to sit beside Logan. "It'd be wrong to try to encourage her to do something embarassing, right?" he asked Logan, in a voice that wasn't nearly enough of a whisper for this situation.

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Logan sighed. "Do I have to explain the concept of 'speakerphone' to you again?" he asked in a low voice.

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"Yes," Parker chimed in. "Explain it again. He never gets it the first five times. You see, Angel, when a speaker and a phone love each other very much...."

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"Just keep the speaker in mind if you feel a need to revisit lunch," Angel told her.

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"So, what's up, Parker?" Logan asked.

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"This and that. Cal's still kinda crazy. But I think maybe she'll call Bridge this weekend. I guilted at her. A lot." Parker yawned, and kicked off her shoes. "And, and. Any ideas of where she can go? Aside from Veronica's? Suggestions? Thoughts? Maybes?"

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"No," Angel said, in response to whatever reply Logan was about to make.

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Logan (who had been about to mutter "Hell") closed his mouth and lifted his hands in surrender.

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Angel patted Logan on the leg. "Good boy."

Sean came over in response to this since hey, petting. He wanted in on it.

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"Don't do that," Logan sighed.

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Angel snatched his hand back. "Did I - what?"

[fh_jackass]

"Don't talk to me like I'm the dog," Logan said, nudging Angel's knee with his own and giving him a reassuring smile.

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"Yeah, Sean's cuter," Parker chimed in. "Logan's the one that knows how to work the phone." She sat up, shaking her head. "And, did Cal ever talk about going back to Greece? Would that work, maybe?"

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"Could she do it and believe she's got a chance at a good life?" Angel asked.

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"What's a good life?" Parker buzzed became philosophical. "She was a warlord. Not a terrible life. Not a great life. She was good at it." She sighed. "Short life, though, maybe."