After taking a long drink of her beer, Parker took pause for just a moment before speaking. She turned to face Booth again with a mildly distressed look on her face.
“I hate this place.” Her tone was strange. It was like she was trying to keep it monotone, but faltered just slightly mid-sentence. Parker didn’t like to come off as weak. In front of most people she maintained a cool and sometimes quirky exterior. The events of the recent past, though, had shaken her a little bit. It seemed that Lawrence always had something up its sleeve for the good people who resided there.
Suddenly, her game face made a reappearance. It was as if she’d remembered that she was in a public place and it just felt odd to cry or even look sad in public. She didn’t want to make a total spectacle of herself.
“I wish I could go home and have everything be normal, you know?” Parker lifted her glass and took another drink.