Their lives are dangerous, no matter how good they make it look.
Eliot's hair just bothers Parker, and it must bother Alec a little bit, too, because he becomes her accomplice in a late-night mission to give Eliot a haircut.
In the past three months, he’d only caught up with her three times, and never for long enough.
She rubs her nose and thinks for a minute. There was that guy at the gym last year. Mitch. He looked good from behind, hanging off the wall, and he had kind of a cute smile, so she took him home one night. The sex was all right, but he had those underpants with the happy face on them (disturbing), and then the next morning he ate an entire bowl of cereal with his mouth open. She could have overlooked the underpants, but not the cereal thing.
Nate was attractive, Parker supposed, in an older, bitterer sort of way, but there was absolutely no way she would ever go there, for many reasons that she decided she didn't need to think about. But he wasn't inherently repulsive.
"I mean," she continued to muse aloud, "he's good at planning, so he's probably really good at getting someone to--"
"Oh my god," Hardison said. "Please don't finish that sentence. Please, for the love of money, don't finish that sentence."
Parker gave up on normal human relations a long time ago. But maybe all is not lost.
"Almost there," Parker said brightly, and reached between Hardison's legs to fasten the last of the straps in place.
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