OOM: Halloween at Hearst
Parker hasn’t seen much of Logan since she returned to Hearst.
In passing every now and again. Enough so that she assumes he is still enrolled. She hears more about him than she sees, but Parker isn’t quite sure how much salt to douse the rumors with.
They had exchanged the occasional email while she had been in Spain; the sort of, “How’s it going-hope you’re well-gotta run” type of correspondence. And she’d sent a handful of postcards. But that has been the extent of their contact since they had broken up at the end of freshman year. So Parker doesn’t feel that it’s her right or obligation to hunt Logan Echolls down to find out what is going on with him.
Logan is not her responsibility.
Until the night of Chi Omega Halloween party.
Parker has been very busy during October. So she had wound up throwing a costume together at the last minute-a short black dress, black angel wings, and dramatic makeup. It seems to be a hit though, especially with the guys. And Parker is fielding a more or less classy compliment from a senior in the Psych program when the party is, quite literally, crashed.
In passing every now and again. Enough so that she assumes he is still enrolled. She hears more about him than she sees, but Parker isn’t quite sure how much salt to douse the rumors with.
They had exchanged the occasional email while she had been in Spain; the sort of, “How’s it going-hope you’re well-gotta run” type of correspondence. And she’d sent a handful of postcards. But that has been the extent of their contact since they had broken up at the end of freshman year. So Parker doesn’t feel that it’s her right or obligation to hunt Logan Echolls down to find out what is going on with him.
Logan is not her responsibility.
Until the night of Chi Omega Halloween party.
Parker has been very busy during October. So she had wound up throwing a costume together at the last minute-a short black dress, black angel wings, and dramatic makeup. It seems to be a hit though, especially with the guys. And Parker is fielding a more or less classy compliment from a senior in the Psych program when the party is, quite literally, crashed.