For the last few weeks El had been coming to The Bronze. It was his way of relieving the stress from work and the idiots from his crew. His hair was brushed back as he wore a tight white shirt and jeans. Unlike Jay, El didn't wear any form of makeup. It wasn't his thing. Still, when Jay stepped inside Elliot watched him. Oh he knew exactly who he was. So he'd sent over a shot to him.
Now though, with Jay at his table he came to lean into the man's ear. "No problem, Jason..." he said as he pulled back. His drink in hand as he took a sip. It was about ten years since Elliot seen Jason. But he was well aware of what position he had now and the title he held. Though at one point Elliot was one of them, that was a long time ago and things change.