Petra purposely bumped into Parker who commented on the trace of macho soaps used to improvise during her morning shower. [b]“Oops, so sorry. Not really.”[/b] She playfully smirked while striding past him haughtily into the kitchen to retrieve some delicious grub. The aroma of eggs and veggies lingering through the crumbling apartment interior made Crocell salivate, and the fiery haired guitarist pleasantly pleased. All contents were consumed with help from the trusty Doberman who graciously gobbled leftovers. Petra scratched the mutt underneath the chin before looking up to see Søren with a strange look splashed all over his face. She arched a brow readying for the campy humor that would most likely ensue, and sat back in the chair sipping on some dark roast coffee.

"You know you probably could have crashed with Parker, I doubt he would have cared. In fact I think he might have welcomed it. After all the moment he heard your voice this morning he was up, and in more way than just one, if you understand what I mean."

Petra did not bat an eyelash after the bass player said his piece, in fact, her face remained stoic while she held onto the porcelain cup. [b]“That’s just natural morning physiology, nothing to do with me sweatheart.”[/b] Her voice replied nonchalantly to the smug twenty year old. She let her killjoy of a response linger in the air a moment before countering his taunt. 

[b]“Actually, speaking of which. Wasn't it your pretty face he saw first? Who’s to say he was excited to hear me? Talk about a true bromance but you two would look so cute together—if you understand what I mean.”[/b] The Greek remained ever so mellow and gradually looked up at Søren by the sink. Her bluish green eyes held a tint of impishness even though her face remained impassive. Pales lips were placed on the coffee cup to take another casual sip.