[When she heard the voice tell her not to talk like that in the house, Parker quickly twisted on her heel to see the little girl in a hot pink tutu and then she groaned audibly. One hand wrapped over her forehead, and it was official, this was some kind of fucked up hell and all she wanted to do was have a drink or kick something.

Probably both.

Parker was certain the kid was from the Barge in some way, because the two of them both were, and fuck them all if she wasn't.]

They're together--we're not.

[Boundaries. Yeah, let's get those out of the way right fucking quick.]