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Jul. 23rd, 2014 04:17 am[Parker couldn't exactly say he was pleased with how everything had turned out. In fact, he was almost pissed about it, almost. Right now he was in Fangtasia, trying to finally make the place look like a club again rather than the mess it had been throughout the day. Eric was out dealing with the Russell Edgington situation but he'd made a promise to come back, one that Parker expected him to come through with.
And maybe, just maybe, he'd come back without Sookie and without the immense wave of problems that seemed to have come crashing into their lives. As it was, he was finally pleased with the way the place looked, chairs bag standing upright, blood cleaned away. For the first time in days, Fangtasia was the masterpiece it was meant to be and Parker was sitting back, having just drank a bottle of True Blood (because he was probably the only one not to have consumed that damned precious fairy blood in the last twenty-four hours) and waiting for his Maker to return.]
And maybe, just maybe, he'd come back without Sookie and without the immense wave of problems that seemed to have come crashing into their lives. As it was, he was finally pleased with the way the place looked, chairs bag standing upright, blood cleaned away. For the first time in days, Fangtasia was the masterpiece it was meant to be and Parker was sitting back, having just drank a bottle of True Blood (because he was probably the only one not to have consumed that damned precious fairy blood in the last twenty-four hours) and waiting for his Maker to return.]
