THE DRESS.
OMG
THE DRESS.
So Sophie struts around in a sexy little red dress. And plays a Duchess and a geek. And she ends up doin a tango with Eliot that goes way beyond platonic (bemoans the fact that this will inevitably create more Eliot/Sophie fics *gag*gag*gag*). And then, AND THEN come the accents. A lil' Cockney, a wee bit o' the Scot, and the unintelligible mutterings of gibberish that result in Parker's mind. I couldn't stop talking in a Scottish accent lassies and laddies! It was just too bloody bangin' ta stop!
Oh, and need I mention the UNZIPPING?!? (I wanted a little more skin though...It was the lamest unzip ever. He didn't even really get it open far enough for her to really hop outta the dress! But I digress and revert to *happy squees of increased fangirl imagination*)
Hardison was delightful and witty and charming.... (He's my imaginary boyfriend. I'll totally fight Parker for him. She'll probably win if we arm wrestle but I'll totally beat her at a thumbwar. Bring it Blondie!!!) And Eliot hit people...again. Look at Hardison all sexy and sophisticated:
What a sexy beast he is!
And I say again: THE DRESS <3
NEXT WEEK: Sophie's past...UNCOVERED which means more freaking out from me. Yayyayyay! Looking forward to it.