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]

"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.