Eliot Spencer (_thatswhatido) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-07-06 14:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | eliot spencer, the doctor [four] |
Who: Eliot Spencer and OPEN
What: Nearly running into people
When: Late morning
Where: Street
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete
It'd been a late night that had bled into an early morning. By the time ten rolled around, he was still on his feet, the last of the adrenaline running out its course. He stifled a yawn as he waited for the kid to return with his order, leaning against the counter. The man behind him continued to talk on at a rate that would have put Hardison on a tangent to shame as he went on about some deal going on.
Eliot's gaze dropped down to the briefcase, an eyebrow arching at the W&H emblem. One of the types Nate wanted to run game on. The man took a look at his watch and then glanced up, but he made no effort to hide that he'd been looking. With a dark look, the man quit talking and stepped out of line, heading to a table at the back of the shop.
"Morning to you too," he muttered under his breath, snatching up the take out cup the kid had just brought over. Dropping a few bills on the counter, he told him to keep the change and headed out. He stifled another yawn, just as a shout caught his attention. He glanced back out of instinct and turned back just in time to narrowly avoid colliding with someone else.
"Whoa. Sorry."