Eliot Spencer (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} doesntlikeguns) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} colligo_threads,@ 2010-05-05 19:29:00 |
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What: Darts and beer
Where: Pub near the apartments
When: Evening
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete
The thunk of the dart hitting the target was muffled by the low murmur of conversation going on around him. Eliot took a long drink and set the glass on the tall table beside him. His hand drifted to the last dart, taking aim at the board again. He hesitated, then tossed the dart to his left hand. A quick line up and he threw it. The dart hit the board, just right of the target.
First Nate had ended up in the custody of the FBI, now he and Parker were stuck in Colligo again. Part of him had hoped, after posting to the boards, that it would turn out Nate had shown up with them, like last time. But there was no Nate, no Sophie, no Hardison. The grifter and the hacker were left to their own devices and he was left to the whims of a mysterious figure with a twisted sense of humor.
He needed a few hours out before he put a hole in the wall.
Eliot headed over to the board, pulling the darts out and backing up to his original position. As a waitress passed, he reached out to lightly grab her arm. "Could I have another one?" he asked, flashing her a smile as he pointed to the empty glass sitting on the table. When he turned back, there was a body between him and the board.
"Hey, could you move a few feet either way?"