Minding far from the parking lot now, Parker barely followed the conversation around him. He would never push the limits of his consciousness and sobriety in the company of his beloved band-mates, and for many reasons. Most prominently was his best friend, considering they share a home. He knew his friends wanted to look out for him, so it seemed merely courtesy to keep it to himself. So for now he kept his feet on the ground, but he saw no harm in letting his head bounce between the stars meanwhile. 

As he felt Petra pull him into the conversation, his thoughts regained their weight and pulled his head straight down and forward with them. The short conversation replayed in his head once more, making sure he hadn't missed anything but leaving a miniscule delay in his response. "Hm? A little; been getting to work a little earlier for Pam's sake," he chuckled, referring to his boss. "That woman can guilt you into anything." Deceiving any of the Harbingers felt criminal to Parker, but having a silver tongue was really one of the only things he credited to his self and his bloodline, and this route seemed smoother than a parking lot intervention. Pushing himself upright off the van he reached toward the dark sky with a stretch as he moved his attention toward Matt. "If we're looking for a place to eat, I don't mind the company if you don't mind the mess..." shifting his eyes toward Søren as he dropped his arms, he continued with his trademark crooked smile. "... can't speak for the guitar-whisperer, though."