"Give me that." Eliot grabbed for the jug. Why the hell had he handed a 17 year old a jug of backwoods whisky in the first place? "And I am not talking to my fucking teaching assistant about what activities I may or may not get up to as a consenting fucking adult."
He and Hardison could commiserate over this later.
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Date: 2015-07-31 04:55 am (UTC)He and Hardison could commiserate over this later.