In a fishing boat off the coast of Key West, Sunday afternoon

[vdistinctive]

Like Eliot was going to work a job in Key West without dragging his team out for some fishing? Sure. Right. It wasn't like Hardison could fuss about racist militias on the OPEN OCEAN, after all.

. . . He was waiting for the argument about pirates. Or maybe mosquitos. Or sharks. Whatever, they had a cooler full of beer, a boat to themselves, and an extremely low probability of running into any magic monsters this far from Fandom. Eliot was going to call it a win.

[ooc: for Leveragians and likely slow play.]

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[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"Without me," Parker sulked in his ear. Then nipped at it. "You didn't even text me to say you were fighting tentacles."

Pout.

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Well that got a shudder and a pleased grin out of Hardison, his arm stealing around Parker's waist. "Wasn't really time, babe. Once minute, I'm bitchin' about the staff, the next minute Eliot's demandin' a butcher knife like that was supposed to be worth a damn an plannin' on Ramboin' into the freezer."

He lifted her hand and brushed a kiss across her knuckles. "Next time, I promise. No fightin' tentacle beasts unless you're there with your taser."

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"Good." Parker rested her pointy chin on Hardison's shoulder, smiling and then twining her fingers with his. "He promised skinny dipping after. And I think he'll go with us to one of your conventions sometime." Trade-offs. Sharing. "I don't get the fish thing, really."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Me neither, babe, but if it makes him happy..." He shrugged--and then grinned. "Does this mean we get to dress you up like a sexy android? And we can make him run around like some fantasy warrior. All leather an' loincloths."

No space-pirates for you, Eliot.

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"OOoooooooooooo." Okay, that was an even better plan. "If we give him a big enough sword, or one of those axes, he might go for it. And you'd be-- Mister What? Captain Tommy Laredo?"

See! She remembered this stuff!

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"I could be Captain Laredo. Or...hmmm." Hardison had to think about it. "Maybe that captain from Lightning Bug." Not the preacher, no. Or the gun fighter whose actor turned out to be an asshole. "Or the one from the Aluminum Falcon! We can make Eliot be the furry companion."

He grinned at her. "You gonna see the new movie with me, babe?"

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"Yes." Her eyes narrowed. "But there better be a better female role in this other than one like the chick who died in the last set that doesn't exist and never will except when I'm explaining to you how it doesn't."

Hope you followed that, Hardison.

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Of course he followed that! He was a proud and noble geek, he knew all about denying the existence of crappy movies that ruined otherwise perfectly good franchises!

"What, I ain't shown you the trailer yet?" he asked. "There's one chick we see already, runnin' around dodgin' blaster fire. Hold on. I know my phone's slower'n molasses runnin' uphill out here in our soon-to-be watery graves, but I know I got the trailer saved..."

He fiddled with his phone for a few seconds until the bright green Approved For All Audiences sign showed up, along with the swelling of the familiar orchestral music. "Check this out, mama."

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"Robots!" YAY. "... okay, that chick looks like she's actually doing something." Also, no skeezy slavegirl outfit. She bumped Hardison's arm. And the large furry guy Eliot wanted to dress Hardison up as. "Again?" Could she have s'more, please?

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Anything for you, babe," Hardison said, giving her a look of pure happiness.

Look. If Parker wanted to watch the trailer to the all-time best scifi movie franchise more than once, who was he to stop her? Also, ignore Hardison mouthing the lines. He had also watched the trailer a...few...times. Sure.