The Perk, Sunday afternoon
Eliot had never been quite so happy to be hungover. Well, okay. Not so much happy about the hangover part. But the stuff that had led to this hangover? Parker had very enthusiastically shown Eliot and Hardison that being women could be pretty awesome, yesterday. And last night. And into the early morning. The process had involved not a little bit of liquor. Especially to get Eliot into a miniskirt.
Which he was not wearing in public, thank you very much. He was, in fact, dressed basically like he normally would be, only with the addition of a sports bra. And with his button down left open over his undershirt, because apparently shirts hadn't yet been invented that didn't gape over breasts any bigger than Parker's. He'd skipped the belt, since letting his pants hang on his hips instead of his waist made them actually long enough, and the pair of flipflops Parker had picked up finished off the whole weird sexy-schlub ensemble.
He knew it was sexy because the baristas kept flirting him. He ordered his usual coffee and tried to remember which ones of them were usually men.
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Which he was not wearing in public, thank you very much. He was, in fact, dressed basically like he normally would be, only with the addition of a sports bra. And with his button down left open over his undershirt, because apparently shirts hadn't yet been invented that didn't gape over breasts any bigger than Parker's. He'd skipped the belt, since letting his pants hang on his hips instead of his waist made them actually long enough, and the pair of flipflops Parker had picked up finished off the whole weird sexy-schlub ensemble.
He knew it was sexy because the baristas kept flirting him. He ordered his usual coffee and tried to remember which ones of them were usually men.
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