Parker had not been showering all day to get the prison smell out of her hair. She'd been soaking in the tub.

But there's only so long you can do that, so, feeling human again, she ventured out to catch up with people. "Hey. Hey, Annie. Okay, that's... pretty damn funny."

"Ohhhh, interesting." Parker wandered in, and kicked the paper ball closer to Annie. "The band got arrested. And a shot at a recording audition. There were bikers. And a drunk girl with a traffic cone on her head."

"Mmmm. Sydney showed up at one point and told the entire band embarassing stories of my early childhood." Parker crouched down to pet Annie. "It was like a long, surreal dream, with the occasional detours into nightmare, not helped by sleeplessness and snoring baby bikers." She sighed. "So. What've you been up to?"

"That biker had that kick coming. So did the guy who's hand I stomped." Parker smirked a little, then her face feel marginally. "There were bail issues. I don't want to talk about it. But Sydney's pound of flesh was brunch at IHOP with the band." She shrugged. "The band had fun, at the gig, the fight, and in jail. I'm considering getting them tested or something."

Parker snorted. "If they wouldn't have been evidence, I would've gotten pictures. Chad tossing the bikers around like stuffed animals, this one chick nearly giving herself a concussion on Pippi, Nadia whacking a guy with the mic stand, Zero tricking a blonde into holding the mallet when the cops showed up-- it was hysterical, in between the screaming. Peter and Ranma and Pip did their part too." She rolled her eyes. "We got lucky, I talked to the bar owner today, there's not going to be any charges."

Alanna knocked on the door, Faithful in one hand.

"Not much." Alanna answered and dropped Faithful near Annie. "Play nice." "Mrowr." "How 'bout you?"

"Chew her shoes." Faithful told only Annie. "We didn't get this many breaks, so," Alanna shrugged. "No big. I do wish I didn't miss the trip though."

"There were two?" Alanna plopped down on a chair.