Ms. Parker: Fuck, I get some good shit.

She says as she leans back, recovering from a cough after ripping her bong in front of her. Her black suit and tie are off, next to her on the bed. So she's just wearing her white work shirt, black cargo pants, black steel toe boots, her black gloves, and her glasses. The room is dark, lit by the moon, the TV, and a little bit of the light from the party in the house leaking through the cracked door. Casting light across her dark, almost plum skin tome. Her sunglasses hiding her blue eyes. Her box braids hanging all the way down to her ass. Coiled up as she sits at the end of the bed. Enjoying her time alone. She's not really here for the party, she's just here because she brought the drugs, her family is hosting the party, and she wants to hang out after the party. She closes her eyes for a bit, taking a deep breath. And stretching. Before opening her eyes and quickly looking up as she hears the door move.