The shirt hit Parker's face and hung from his head for a moment before he removed it, revealing his sarcastic scowl. "Thanks for the ride, Parker..." he said in a mocking voice as he began changing into the plain white shirt Soren had brought him. "I'm terribly sorry that my job runs late sometimes," he continued with a small smile in a playful tone. "It's not like we'll be late, so keep your panties on." His relationship with Soren seemed impenetrable by the many small mocking jokes they made to each other. Starting the van once again, they made their way toward the recording studio, chatting idly as they rode. It was almost 6:00 now, and the sky was darkening beautifully. It wasn't long before they pulled into an empty spot at Revelation Studio's parking lot. The exterior looked worse than the interior, but the interior wasn't a whole lot classier. Wherever they could practice and follow their dreams didn't seem to bother them. Didn't seem to bother Parker, anyway.
Shoving the driver's side door open, Parker let his feet hit the ground while he leaned against his seat, his back to Soren as he pulled a small orange bottle from his jacket pocket. He pushed and twisted the cap to grab four small yellow pills from the bottle, the same thing he did before every practice. He didn't know if Soren knew the severity of his addiction, but he was at least aware of it. He quickly dry swallowed the opiates as he was rounding the van behind the cover of the tinted windows, going to the back. "Hey, will you help me get these in?" Parker asked his best friend, gesturing toward his drum set stacked in the back of the van, strapped to the sides.They had a trailer to haul everything in, but as long as they were practicing where all of the sound equipment was already present, it was obviously easier keeping the set in the van.