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it had been more than obvious that the other had been having their eyes focused on parker for most of the night, and it was beginning to take a toll on him and of course, he would not let it go. serving his last customer of the night, he made his way to the silhouette that seemed to be hiding in the back corner, away from the people and the lights. taking a seat next to the other, he rested his arms on the table in front and focused his gaze on the person opposite. "staring problem, have we?"

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it's been a rough week, parker needed some sort of relief from it all. he soon found himself finding that relief in bottles in a, very near, empty bar. it's getting late and he's already downed more alcohol than any man should in one night and his mind state had changed vividly. it was time for parker to head home. taking a solid five minutes to exit the bar, due to his eyesight being triple everything and his feet struggling to find balance, he began to stumble down the street until he came in contact with another, bumping shoulders roughly. "watch where you're fucking going."

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parker: well.

parker: not my fault you're so moody

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parker: well.

parker: you clearly woke up on the wrong side of the bed