[drabble; leverage] a night at the theater
Title: A Night at the Theater
Fandom: Leverage
Rating: G
Genre: Gen
Summary: It really was the worst night of Eliot's life.
Word Count: 324
Sophie was making some sort of crooning noise from the stage.
Nate hadn't showed. Or he was waiting backstage to give her flowers when she finished for all Eliot knew. They had the most complicated relationship he'd ever seen, although that may just have been because he tended to avoid relationships. They'd chosen seats as far back as possible and all settled in for the torture to come, but somehow, surprisingly, about half way through Parker started to enjoy it. She sat ramrod straight and an almost maniacal grin spread over her face. Hardison let out a groan and slumped in his chair, head lolling to the side until it rest practically on top of Eliot's shoulder and sent him an eyeroll. Eliot didn't respond, so Hardison took out his phone and started doing things that Eliot probably didn't know how to do and almost definitely didn't want to know about, one way or another. His head remained where it was, though, and his body sprawled out until he was almost laying sideways in the crappy theater chair and Eliot spared a curious thought to how comfortable that position could be before deciding he didn't really care.
Considering his job and the types of activities he frequently took part in, it wasn't exactly easy to scare Eliot. Parker seemed to have a particular penchant for it, though, and he couldn't deny that the shiver that ran up his spine when she started laughing and clapping her hands was due to discomfort.
Overall, it was probably the worst night of his life.
~
The next day Sophie thanked them for coming and he thinks maybe Hardison may have defended the play a little, but he's not really sure. Parker claimed to love it, but she also claimed it was like a horror movie (which admittedly made her reaction the previous night more understandable and a little scarier). Nate proceeded to shove his foot in his mouth.
Yeah. Definitely the worst night.
Fandom: Leverage
Rating: G
Genre: Gen
Summary: It really was the worst night of Eliot's life.
Word Count: 324
Sophie was making some sort of crooning noise from the stage.
Nate hadn't showed. Or he was waiting backstage to give her flowers when she finished for all Eliot knew. They had the most complicated relationship he'd ever seen, although that may just have been because he tended to avoid relationships. They'd chosen seats as far back as possible and all settled in for the torture to come, but somehow, surprisingly, about half way through Parker started to enjoy it. She sat ramrod straight and an almost maniacal grin spread over her face. Hardison let out a groan and slumped in his chair, head lolling to the side until it rest practically on top of Eliot's shoulder and sent him an eyeroll. Eliot didn't respond, so Hardison took out his phone and started doing things that Eliot probably didn't know how to do and almost definitely didn't want to know about, one way or another. His head remained where it was, though, and his body sprawled out until he was almost laying sideways in the crappy theater chair and Eliot spared a curious thought to how comfortable that position could be before deciding he didn't really care.
Considering his job and the types of activities he frequently took part in, it wasn't exactly easy to scare Eliot. Parker seemed to have a particular penchant for it, though, and he couldn't deny that the shiver that ran up his spine when she started laughing and clapping her hands was due to discomfort.
Overall, it was probably the worst night of his life.
~
The next day Sophie thanked them for coming and he thinks maybe Hardison may have defended the play a little, but he's not really sure. Parker claimed to love it, but she also claimed it was like a horror movie (which admittedly made her reaction the previous night more understandable and a little scarier). Nate proceeded to shove his foot in his mouth.
Yeah. Definitely the worst night.