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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[vdistinctive]

Eliot stared at him, appalled. "I definitely don't giggle."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"...Fine. Your high-pitched-and-yet-somehow-terribly-manly chuckle."

Was that better?

[vdistinctive]

Eliot rolled his eyes. "What the hell do you know? You're the one who goes around shriekin' at everything."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Thus makin' me an authority on noises primarily made by teenage girls?"

Hardison was willing to take one on the chin if he got to swing at Eliot, too. And both hits were COMPLETELY METAPHORICAL.

[vdistinctive]

"Thus makin' you an idiot." Eliot wasn't pouting. Don't be stupid. He didn't pout. He pointed out over the wheel at one of the many unpopulated little mangrove islands along the coastline. "Here, how's that island look?"

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"An' still right about you gigglin'," Hardison muttered under his breath, though loud enough for his lovers to hear anyway. "That island looks...very islandy, yes. Definitely mangroved. Excellent spot for gettin' nekkid an'...goin' swimmin'. Yes, that."

[vdistinctive]

"Swimming," Eliot confirmed. "You ever actually had sex on a beach? The sand gets in some nasty places."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"It's like you exist to kill joy, man," Hardison complained. "We spend the day peacefully lettin' you fish an' in return you just have to go an ruin a perfectly good tropical island fantasy."

[vdistinctive]

"The last time I let you try out one of your idle outdoor fantasies you got pneumonia."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Well-played, Eliot. Well-played.

"Yeah...well..." Hardison struggled to come up with an appropriate counter. "Fine. But you're gonna be the one who's sad after spendin' an hour watchin' all this swimmin' through the ocean like a naken water nymph is all I'm sayin'."

[vdistinctive]

Eliot raised an eyebrow. "We have a boat, Hardison."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Oh, so you're all up in arms about a little bit of sand everywhere, but splinters, those are okay." Hardison's grin suggested he might not be as opposed to this idea as his complaining would suggest.

[vdistinctive]

"Right, 'cause I definitely rented us a 19th century sailing vessel instead of a modern fiberglass boat."