fandomhigh | Library is Open, February 15

"What happened Thursday?" Rory asked, eager for a change in topic.

"Same thing that happened for your team last night, apparently." Parker rolled her eyes, and shook her head. "Although Jack *really* appreciated the harem girl bells. If you wanted to know that. Any bell-ringing last night? Or was it all chimes?"

"Bells? Chimes? No! There was none of that."

So very, very red.

"Awwwww," Parker pouted, then looked sadly at Rory. "You know, sometimes, the first time a team goes to bat, they can't quite hit the stands. But they do get better. With practice." She bit her lips to keep back the giggles.

Rory's eyes went wide. "No. Okay, in my fantasy baseball game, everything went well, my team won, the other team won, and I have no idea how that makes sense, but oh my God I think I am going to explode because all the blood in my body is in my face."

Parker chortles herself out of her chair. "Homerun! All runners return to base! Stand up and represent, Rory!"

"Noes," Rory said, burying her face in her hands. "How could you tell? Are you a vampire too, suddenly?"

"There's a certain... relaxed quality some girls get, after. You're usually wound tight enough for it to be noticeable when it happens." Parker's eyes widen. "Wings could tell? Oh, right, of course. And, ugh."

"I am not wound tight!" Rory flailed. "And yes, Angel knows. He's not saying anything, but he knows."

"Yeah, he could tell when Jack and I got up to stuff in the lounge, too. Vampire sense of smell, ugh. What's that about?" Parker shook her head. "I'm glad he's not telling, though."

"Yeah, he knew, and he knew who. Which is weird. I don'y think he likes being able to do that," Rory said.

"No, I don't think so either. Which is probably he torments us with the information when he has TMI inflicted on him without warning." Parker made a face, then smiled. "And hey, yay. Glad it went well."

"Yes, it went well. The whole thing, baseball aside. I got chocolate and there were glitter stars and candles and there was dancing and it was all very nice," Rory said dreamily.

Parker does not 'aww'. But if she did, she would. "Good to know." She grinned. "Although it's not the same without the mariachis, I'm sure."

"Mm, no. But there were turnips. It was cute," Rory said with a doofy smile.

"Turnips? No, never mind, don't wanna know." Parker rolled her eyes. "At least you two are fine. And Angela and Marty. Good to know."

"Hooray! How are you and Jarod?" Rory asked innocently.

Parker heaves a huge sigh and the eyes roll back. "Fine," she says, deadpan. "We're friends again. It's good." The deadpan might fade into a smile she's not aware of here.

"Friends?" Rory asked, smiling. "Like how I have a very good friend?"

"No-oooo," Parker says, her tone long-suffering. "Like, we go out for candy and a walk to see the seals, and there's no touching or anything that goes along with it." Yeah, her tone's a touch vehement on that, and she probably looks irritated. No reason.

"Yet."

Yeah, that's face-palming. "Or ever. Rory. He does not see me as anything other than a friend. Seriously. He's a giant dork."

"He soooooo does," Rory argued. "And there's nothing wrong with dorkiness."

"It's annoying," Parker responded. "And he doesn't, and I'm not getting into a five-year-old does-doesn't argument with you. We had a very good time on Sunday, and last night was fun too, it's great to have my friend back, I just wish to hell he wasn't hot, damnit!"

Flailing. Just a little.

"Because you like him, yes," Rory nodded.

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