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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[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.

[doesdoctorstuff.livejournal.com]

"I will if you can get me off."

He was welcome to take that as a challenge or an invitation. Whichever!

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

Parker was as oblivious to that metaphor as she'd been to the earlier one. "Of course he can. He's Eliot."

...Or was she?

[vdistinctive]

"I -- really? They're watchin'." Eliot clearly was interpreting it towards the metaphorical. Or just aware enough of his and Navaan's proclivities to know it was likely to lead that way. "And I ain't in the mood for an audience."

[doesdoctorstuff.livejournal.com]

"This is why you didn't get to drink last night," Navaan reproved.

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Umm, judging by the size of his hangover, I don't think that's true," Hardison said. Helpfully.

[vdistinctive]

"On that one question." And a few of the others. "We were playin' 'I never'."

And yeah, Eliot knew how dumb that sounded.

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Hardison wasn't even going to say anything. The look of sheer delight said it all, he was sure.