#c:lena.

zephyr and lucky had been completely gone by the time parker had even returned to his dorm from a bit of a therapeutic session in the music room, which was why parker was surprised by sound of the door being thrown open. with bags drooping beneath his eyes and a wrinkled t-shirt on, parker was nowhere near ready to go, with only one of two of his dress socks on. “lena,” he remarked with a smile, peering out from his bed to greet her as best as he could. “i don’t know how or why you agreed to bring zephyr to this thing, but i can guarantee he’ll be an entertaining date.” he glanced down at the plastic bag she had with her, clearly not an accessory that matched with her outfit. “what’s with the bag?”

“lena?” he whispered, groggily, noticing that she had fallen asleep on the floor next to him, leaving her own bed unoccupied. “ … fuck.” his headache was far worse than he thought; the ringing caused his head to spin when he tried to sit up –– at least there was no sign of nausea. yet. “do you … remember ANYTHING from last night?” bits and pieces were starting to come back, none of which he particularly wanted to remember … him and blaire speaking for the first time, seeing autumn heavily making out with some other guy, arguing with zephyr, getting kissed by harper, kissing elias … fuck, he really had the right idea by not going to the ball in the first place. “i don’t think i want to show my face in public again, ever.”