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Eliot Spencer [Leverage] ([info]thatswhatido) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2010-01-17 00:31:00

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Entry tags:eliot spencer, hardison, peter brown

Who: Pietro, Eliot, Hardison
What: Meeting
Where/When: Manhattan, backdated a couple nights ago when Pietro replied to Eliot's post with something of a business proposition
Warnings: Possible


Eliot had asked Hardison to go with him for two reasons. The first was that he trusted Hardison to keep his back, even if Hardison fought like a girl. But if that was the only stipulation, he could have asked any of the team to go with him. The second reason was that he wanted to get Hardison back in the game, make him feel needed before he had time to second guess it.

They made it to the club relatively easy, and as Pietro promised, the mention of his name was something of a magic code. The two were led inside following a hard stare, which Eliot returned in kind. He led the way, eyes alert and searching, noting the little details as he passed through the club.



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[info]nanasaiddont
2010-01-18 09:31 pm UTC (link)
Hardison, being far more of a lover than a fighter, stood over to the side and waited for the sounds of impact to stop. If his knuckles were a little white on the file, well. He just really didn't like violence.

"Yeah, that was smart. C'mon," he headed for the mouth of the alley, working his way back to the street to hail a cab.

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