[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2005-10-11 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
"We're friends, Parkie. Lee asked to come and I did the friendly thing and came with him." John glares at her some more.

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2005-10-11 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
Parker hears that, just looks at John, grinning.

"Oh. I see. You came together?"

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2005-10-11 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes, we came together but not in that way!"

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2005-10-11 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I'm sorry. I won't tell, I swear. I know that performance anxiety can hit *any* man..."

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2005-10-11 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
John almost snaps out something mean but stops. Instead, he pastes on a fake smile and says, "That's super, Parker! I'm having so much fun! I'm so perky," he says in a very poor imitation of Parker's Homecoming night.

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2005-10-11 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
Parker glares evilly.

Then smirks.

"Hey, as long as you guys are being Boy Scouts, it doesn't matter what supplies you're stocking up on."

She leans over and looks at the basket of condoms.

"Didja get the flavored ones?"

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2005-10-11 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't think you're ready for that step yet, Lee. We'll try that next time." John flusters when he realizes what he's said. "Not on each other! On someone else but not each other. We are not gay!"

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2005-10-11 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
"But what if they taste bad? Skin can taste pretty bad, you know."

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2005-10-11 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
"God, one would hope."

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2005-10-11 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
Parker chortles. "Variety is the spice of life, Adama. And there's breath mints, and orange juice, and..."



[[*dying*]]

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2005-10-11 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't listen to her, Lee. She eats babies, remember."

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2005-10-11 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes, don't listen to her, Lee. She's a *girrrrrl*. What would *she* know about sex?" Parker mocks.

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[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2005-10-11 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
"If it's fun and it feels good, and no one says 'no', how can it be wrong?" Parker asks, fairly reasonably. Still grinning, though.

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2005-10-11 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
Parker *smiles*. Evilly. With dark red lipstick.

[identity profile] notstakedyet.livejournal.com 2005-10-11 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ooc: *dies*. I love you two. Seriously.]

[identity profile] notstakedyet.livejournal.com 2005-10-11 12:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ooc: Aww - c'mere you big lug!]

[identity profile] notstakedyet.livejournal.com 2005-10-11 12:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ooc: You - you're the guy! I love you man!

BTW this reminds me I have a vague plotty idea for you. Check your email in a bit.]