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Alec Hardison (Leverage) (nanasaiddont) wrote in utr_logs,

"'The Hell are we doin' here, man?" Hardison was not liking the vibe around this place- or the amount of seriously angry looking white dudes with guns milling around them. He'd dealt with dangerous situations before. And if he had to, he'd rather have Eliot with him than anybody else- save, maybe, Chuck Norris. But he wasn't really looking to get right back into the 'life and death' situations this place seemed to pass out like free candy.

Pietro had been alerted once the pair had dropped his name at the door, and was waiting for them over at a table, near the back of the club. He didn't bother to stand, when they were brought over- if they were a threat, the bouncer would've mentioned it. He did, however, have the sense to wave the man off before he tried to frisk them.

"You're lookin' to get an arm, broke, Jack. Back off,"