75 Godiva Street, Friday afternoon

[vdistinctive]

So on the bright side, the unreasonable horniness of the last week was finally subsiding. No, wait, not the bright side. Eliot hated bright things. The dark and quiet and filled with painkillers side.

Eliot was very, very hungover. He blamed Pam. He wasn't entirely sure he remembered who Pam was, but he knew some woman had handed him a bottle of absinthe, and said woman seemed like a reasonable scapegoat for how Eliot felt right now.

He was pretty sure he'd made out with Vic. He'd definitely flirted around a bit. He'd drunk -- he didn't even know, but it was likely even Nate would be appalled.

Oh, and there was the whole thing where he went home with and slept with a vampire, last night. Navaan was not in the bed when he got up eventually to go let the dog out, so at least he got to avoid the whole morning after awkwardness, and while he remembered some teeth action, none of his hickeys broke the skin. So there was that, at least.

Right now he was working on cooking up a nice, messy omelette to put in his stomach along with the aspirin. It was taking a little while, since he refused to turn any lights on in his kitchen.

[ooc: Because there are at least two people on the island now who would want to poke the hungover Eliot. Open!]

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[doesdoctorstuff.livejournal.com]

Navaan had left his bed, yes, but only to go up and sleep in the attic. Dawn had been imminent by the time that sleeping had been a possibility, and Navaan didn't have enough clothing to keep herself covered from the sun.

But surely no one would bother her in the attic! Who decided to enter a house that way, rather than through the door like a normal person?

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

Parker, that's who.

Now she was staring at Navaan, trying to figure out why she was in Eliot's attic. Sitting on her feet, really.

[doesdoctorstuff.livejournal.com]

Well, Parker was weird. So there. And Navaan knew weird, okay? Intimately.

Right now, though, she was deeply asleep, oblivious to any staring, or feet-sitting, or whatever else. She did try to shift a little, but the only effect of that was to help her lose the blanket she'd snagged on her way up to the attic.

So, really, Parker, the better question was why was a naked stranger sleeping in Eliot's attic?

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

Well, clearly, there was sex involved somewhere. Or crime. Or both!

Parker took hold of the sleeping girl's big toe, and wiggled it. "Why are you here?"

[doesdoctorstuff.livejournal.com]

Navaan blearily opened her eyes and yawned, fangs glinting in the dim light in the attic. "Whozzat?" she mumbled. "Sex, blood, or rock'n roll?"

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"Not my blood," Parker said, flipping off the bed toward the door. "You better not have killed Eliot!"

[doesdoctorstuff.livejournal.com]

"Only a little death," Navaan said, and giggled.

...Perhaps that wasn't the best joke to make to Parker. Sophie would get it, though!

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

Really not. Sophie would be smirking. Parker, on the other hand, had her taser out. And was already firing, and looking for things to get stabbity with.

[doesdoctorstuff.livejournal.com]

Navaan was incredibly acrobatic (as Eliot had already discovered) and also very fast (in both meanings of the word, also as Eliot had also already discovered). But this afternoon she was groggy and taken by surprise, which meant she was definitely not agile or nimble enough to avoid a tasering.

"Augh!" she screamed as she got hit. "NOT COOL! NOT COOL! SAFE WORD! SAFE WORD!"

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"NOT SEX! NOT SEX!" Parker yelled back, letting go and then scrambling around to hold a chair over her head. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO ELIOT?!"

[vdistinctive]

There was screaming happening in his attic. This would be strange and irritating any time, but when Eliot was hungover, it was unforgiveable.

"What the hell is going on up here?!"

[doesdoctorstuff.livejournal.com]

Navaan sprang at Eliot like a cat. And, also like a cat, tried to grab hold of his shoulders and cling to him, hissing at Parker.

"Bad touch! Bad touch!" she shrieked. "She's trying to kill me! Or worse, set me on fire!"

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"You're alive!" Parker had already swung moods like a trapeze artist, and was now beaming. "She said there was a little death and I was all about making her pay for it!"

[vdistinctive]

Eliot was too hung over for this. Admittedly, he probably would be even if he weren't hung over at all.

"Please stop climbing on me," he muttered to Navaan. "Parker, don't taze naked people in my house." A beat. "Unless they ask you to."

That was possibly the remainder of the sex pollen talking there.

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Babe, what did I say about No-Tasing Tuesdays?" Hardison called, following up the stairs behind Eliot. Sure, attics had dust, but when there was screaming and naked girls, sacrificed had to be made. "I know it's...what day is it again?" They hadn't really been focused on the passage of time recently, no. "...Friday, I think, but it's still No-Tasing Tuesday in our hearts."

And hellooo to you, lithe and acrobatic brown chick. "I take it you didn't strike out after all," he said, holding out his hand for Eliot to slap. "But we need to work on your aftercare, Mr. Rochester."

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"She said she killed him!" Parker protested again, glaring at the girl climbing Eliot like a tree. "That's an exception every day." She stomped her way over to drape herself on Hardison. "I'm watching you," she growled at the Eliot-climber.

[doesdoctorstuff.livejournal.com]

Navaan was glaring right back, still hissing and showing off her fangs. Threat display! Threat display!

She also wasn't budging off of Eliot's shoulders. Height advantage!

"I said little death."

[vdistinctive]

"Oh for --" Eliot rubbed his forehead, not even remotely off balance with a naked vampire on his shoulders, hangover or no. "Le petit mort, Parker. She was sayin' we had sex." He sighed. "Navaan, Parker and Hardison. Parker, Hardison, Navaan. Now if you all don't mind, I'm pretty sure I drank an entire bottle of absinthe last night, so could we please all shut the fuck up?"

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"He's hungover," Hardison stage-whispered to Parker. "That makes him extra-cranky. And prone to locking women in his attic."

While naked.

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"Ohhhhhhhh." That made Parker slightly more charitable. And brought her close to Eliot and the chick with the teeth. "That's different, if you got drunk last night. Nobody makes sense after too many beers."

She was still well out of biting range, though.

"Navaan? If you kill Eliot, I'll kill you. Otherwise, have fun."

There, that was polite, right?

[doesdoctorstuff.livejournal.com]

Not according to the glare Navaan was giving Parker, no.

"Keep talking, siffy," she glowered. "You don't even know who you're messing with. I'm a doctor! I can diagnose the hell out of you!"

[vdistinctive]

"I didn't lock her in the attic!" Dammit, Hardison. "The hell are you all doin' here, anyway?"

He had a hangover to nurse!

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

Parker frowned. "What, we need a reason now? I've snuck in to watch you sleep before. It wasn't a problem then."

...probably because he didn't know about it.

[doesdoctorstuff.livejournal.com]

"Can we all agree that's weird?" Navaan asked the room at large. "Because even I'm pretty sure that's weird."

And she was, y'know, her.

[vdistinctive]

"It's Parker," Eliot said, resigned. "Weird's kind of a given." He looked up at her. "You gonna get down already?"

Not that he was getting tired or anything, but the whole naked vampire on his shoulders thing was a little awkward.