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[color=slategray][sup]Interacting with: Min-seo and Parker [@Fabricant451]
Location: The Bar -> Headed upsteps, my guys[/sup][/color][/center][hr]
[indent]This was going well. The vibe was there, the people were there. The booze was here. The harder drugs would be here, eventually. All in all, Henry had nothing to complain about; his only regret was wishing he’d had more time to train Min-seo on bartending before setting the actual date, but you know what? Life was good. Min-seo was being cute, people liked her — the ever filling tip jar on the counter was proof of that. Henry was planning to take the jar of earnings and purchase her a giant duck plush. She liked ducks; he wasn’t entirely sure why, but as far as he was concerned, she’d earned every cent in that jar. Plus, it made giving her a nickname easy.

The night was going just fine, he thought. No road bumps yet, and his sister and her bitch brigade had yet to arrive, and hopefully they wouldn’t! Plus, Q and A had just arrived, with Q delivering the payload. Henry had stuffed the bag under the bar and handed Q a drink. Once he saw the girl off he grinned and poured himself a shot of the good shit, downing it before he looked at his watch, watching the seconds tick by. Where in the hell was Parker? He was [i]pretty[/i] sure he’d told her to come to this party…

Henry shrugged. If she didn’t show up here, she’d be at school eventually, or he could find her at the Diner. It’d been a couple of days since he’d last seen her, and Parker was… well, Parker was Parker. There was no way around that. Loud. Maybe obnoxious. At first, Henry had just befriended her to get her to come home and annoy his mother (Alyssa, not Eve. Eve was alright most of the time), and while that had been a smashing success, he’d gotten somewhat attached to her.

Plus, Parker dug his little dudes, Benedict and Arnold. He couldn’t get rid of her now, Benedict and Arnold needed all the playmates they could get! 

Yikes, he was just making excuses for himself now.

Fact of the matter was, Parker was a part of the family now. She was one of his best friends! By proxy, that made her cool — and it meant he had to make sure she was all good. Besides, she could sing like a songbird, strangely enough. Eventually he’d have to tell his mother that, but not yet. Parker was pure, she didn’t need to be corrupted by his mom, or anyone else in that particular industry. Bunch of pricks, honestly.

Parker was gonna tear it up in front of everyone tonight, though. Henry had made sure of that. Henry had spotlights of varying colors ready, he had fireworks ready, Parker was gonna fucking blow everyone’s goddamn minds. And, the other band members would be there too, of course. That drummer girl and whoever the fuck else was in their band. Henry didn’t give a shit.

But none of his masterful plan would come to fruition if Parker wasn’t— 

[center][color=9ACD32][b]“YEAHHHHHHHHHHH! BEACH HOUSEEEEEEEEEEE! PARTYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"[/b][/color][/center]

Oof. There was his girl. Henry reached back underneath the counter and withdrew the paper bag he’d received from Q, and opened it up, peering inside. There it was, his secret weapon. He withdrew a brownie, wrapped carefully in cellophane, and kissed it, before sliding the rest of the bag back to its resting place. [color=b57f13][b]“Thank you, Mama Powers. Ana always comes through.”[/b][/color] Henry had called A Double’s grandparents ahead of time and requested this very specific piece of snack. Stuffed to the brim with THC from an Indica plant (specifically, Skittles — the Powers had named it such because the bud smelled like, well, Skittles), Henry knew it was their only chance to get Parker chilled out enough to actually focus on actually belting some vocals and not running around screeching.

Of course, he’d never give her the full thing. He planned to give her like, a quarter. Maybe half. But Parker hadn’t gotten stoned before (to his knowledge), and he wanted to ease her into it. So Henry unwrapped it, and tore the majority of it off, stuffing it into his own mouth. He chewed and was briefly brought cloudy eyed by how perfect the weed brownie was. Did it even have weed in it? It wouldn’t hit him — he was already at a 10>, it wasn’t getting any better for him. After scarfing it down, he carefully wrapped the remainder (about 2/5ths of it) back up.

Then there were just two more things he needed to get for Parker. One, of course, was the sippy cup. Once upon a time, Parker had been allowed to use a regular thermos, but Henry had realized how much of a mess that usually turned out to be. His solution? [url=https://s3.images-iherb.com/tfy/tfy10212/l/1.jpg]Sippy. Cup.[/url] It hadn’t failed him yet, and he doubted it would now. Inside of the cup was 16 fluid ounces of Parker’s favorite juice. The sippy cup, he’d realized, helped make it last, too. Parker was either too lazy or too naive to take the lid off and slurp it down, so the forced delay from sippy cup was, well, helpful.

The last piece of the puzzle was in a plastic bag, which he grabbed from the table behind him; Parker’s surprise! Holding the cup and the bag, he jumped over the front of the bar and looked over his shoulder at Min-seo. For a brief second, he wished he had his mother (Alyssa, this time) was present. She spoke Korean much more fluently than he did and was actually able to communicate with Min-seo. Henry was trying to learn enough to make explaining things easier, but he was stumbling. It was probably all the weed. He’d just have to hope she got the basic idea with her grasp of English.

[color=b57f13][b]“Sorry, Ducky. I’ll be [i]right[/i] back, I just gotta go find Parker and talk to her. You can hear her, right? Parker? Just, hold down the fort.”[/b][/color] He paused and looked at the line leading up to the bar. [color=b67f13][b]“YO, EVERYBODY. TAKE IT EASY ON MIN-SEO! I GOTTA HANDLE BUSINESS.”[/b][/color] With that, Henry gave Min-seo an apologetic smile and disappeared into the crowd.

It wasn’t hard to locate Parker; she never stopped screeching, and once he [i]did[/i] find her, Henry put a hand on her shoulder to stop her from sprinting onward into the throngs of people. [color=b57f13][b]“Parker! You’re late. Why are you so late? Next time you ride with me…”[/b][/color] Henry took a second to take the shorter girl in, zeroing in on her grass-stained knees and chocolate covered face. [color=b57f13][b]“Why are you so messy, dude?! You’re supposed to sing with your band tonight! Here, take this.”[/b][/color] He thrust the sippy cup into her hands, then began to lead her through the people, toward the staircase.

[color=b57f13][b]“You need a bath… Parker, how do you even manage, man? It’s always something with you. It’s pretty nutty, you’re lucky you’re dope or I dunno if I could handle the stress.”[/b][/color][/indent]