"So how are the Hopeless-Savages doing these days?" Parker was laid out on a lounger, pink drink with umbrella in hand, next to Zero. "And how long can you stay?"
Zero, on the other hand, was shading her delicate half-English skin under a very large beach umbrella. The daystar, it burns, precious. "Oh, you know, the usual," she said vaguely. "An' prolly for a while; unless something comes up I haven't got anythin' lined up for a bit yet."
Parker dug her toes in the sand, and watched a couple of body-builders show off for each other with a small grin. "What's next on the menu for you, then? I'm heading to San Francisco for Isabel's baby shower in a few weeks. I have to shop before then. Do they make diamond-encrusted rattles?"
"I'm sure they do," Zero said, "but you might have to ask Kim Kardashian where to find 'em." You didn't want to do that, Parker. "Like I said, I don' really have anything lined up, but I'm workin' on it. Possibly a new film on the horizon...nothin' concrete, mind."
"Ugh. Point." There was no way Parker was getting Victoria anything a Kardashian had gotten their kid first. "So, you've got some ideas for the film? In L.A., or somewhere else?"
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