Rating: PG
Word Count: 503
Warnings: Mild silliness; pop music.
Author's Note: My only excuse is it was a Big '80s Weekend on B98.5.
Nothing to HideThe mark's room was on the thirtieth floor. Eames got on at two, and just as planned, the elevator stopped at five, opening to a faintly smiling Arthur, elegance personified as always, in a three-
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It's a totally silly ficlet with little to no grounding context, so I'm almost sorry it's the first A/E fic-ish thing I've posted, but really, once the song came on the radio and the image popped into my head the idea was irresistible XD Thanks for reading!
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