Laugh It Up Fuzzball (Leverage fanfic)
Rating: pg
Fandom: Leverage
Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with Leverage, and do not own any of the characters in this work of fiction.
Word Count: 164
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Nate/Eliot
Nate walked into the office, his black oxfords squeaking on the hard wood floors. It had been sweltering hot and muggy for the past three days, and as he was driving in, the skies finally opened up and chose the exact moment he left his car and headed towards the building to pour great sheets of rain down on him.
He was soaked, and in one heck of a sour mood, as he went to sit down at the conference table to catch the tail end of a wrap-up meeting for an only mildly successful con.
As Nate was sitting down, Eliot looked over at him, stood up, and pulled Nate towards the bathroom, while reaching for a towel he asked, “Nate, what happened? Someone throw you in the river?”
Taking the opportunity to look over at Eliot, he turned Eliot’s shoulders so that he could see the large poof his hair had become in the bathroom mirror. “Yeah, well laugh it up fuzzball.”
Fandom: Leverage
Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with Leverage, and do not own any of the characters in this work of fiction.
Word Count: 164
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Nate/Eliot
Nate walked into the office, his black oxfords squeaking on the hard wood floors. It had been sweltering hot and muggy for the past three days, and as he was driving in, the skies finally opened up and chose the exact moment he left his car and headed towards the building to pour great sheets of rain down on him.
He was soaked, and in one heck of a sour mood, as he went to sit down at the conference table to catch the tail end of a wrap-up meeting for an only mildly successful con.
As Nate was sitting down, Eliot looked over at him, stood up, and pulled Nate towards the bathroom, while reaching for a towel he asked, “Nate, what happened? Someone throw you in the river?”
Taking the opportunity to look over at Eliot, he turned Eliot’s shoulders so that he could see the large poof his hair had become in the bathroom mirror. “Yeah, well laugh it up fuzzball.”