who: @walshparker where: bedroom 6 when: 11pm
Rhia held a strand of Parker's hair in one hand, and a ridiculously bedazzled hairbrush in the other. Her room lineup had her perceive these days as more of a girls' trip rather than a school vacation. She was dressed down for once; striped, cotton shorts and an oversized band t-shirt. On the nightstand sat a bottle of merlot, though Rhia was noticeably sticking to her fruit juice. A speaker softly hummed gentle, feminine voices and acoustic guitar strings. She stroked Parker's hair again with the brush, eyes up-cast in thought. "Okay, I have another one for you," she finally said," "He's a ten, but he doesn't recycle." A truly controversial dilemma. When she approached Parker with the idea of a night in that involved charcuterie and gossip, the other didn't need much convincing. Why not take advantage of their shared living space? It almost felt like they were sisters, hiding behind locked doors and spilling secrets. "Also, he refuses to buy a water bottle. He goes through, like, a whole case of plastic water bottles a week," she added.