Waiting for the door to open (since when did he feel this nervous about a date?), Parker unbuttoned his jacket, letting it fall loosely open and undid the top button of his shirt as well.  He hoped the loosening up made things more casual between them, at least until the drinks he brought could kick in, remove any awkwardness and make more room for the flirtatious banter from earlier.<br/><br/>When the door swung open, Parker found himself grinning openly, even as he could not stop himself from drinking in Brooke’s lush form once again.  “Parker Starr Car Delivery Service!” He joked, once his eyes made their way back up.  Stepping into the condo, which was familiar to him but suddenly felt very different somehow, Parker turned back to face his hostess with the mostess, reaching out to hand her the bottles.<br/><br/>“Well, you had mentioned wanting to celebrate, and since I fully agreed with that, I figured I would make sure you got a chance to.”  Parker smiled once the bottles were handed over.  “Hmm, which first?  Well, it is your celebration, so ladies' choice.  I am very happy to toast the champagne before or after dinner.  Which, by the way, sounds perfect, although it should be me treating you.” He continued, unsure if she paid in advance or not, but determined that maybe he’d get a chance to meet the delivery guy at the door first to find out.<br/><br/>Still standing close, Parker was suddenly unsure of what to do with himself.  Normally by this point Payton would have already whisked him out the door, something he was suddenly regretting as he realized he had never spent time around Brooke.  “I’ll gladly enjoy either one, as long as you don’t expect me to take that new car of yours for a spin once we open the second!”