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Eliot Spencer (_thatswhatido) wrote in wariscoming,

Eliot's hands went up. "Hey man, they're not hearing it from me. There wouldn't be anything to gain from it." Unless he felt like getting back at him for some reason undiscovered. "I don't feed egos. Some of them are large enough as is." He sometimes said the same thing about Hardison's while Hardison said the same thing about him. "At least she's focused on the job. There's worse things to be."

He dropped the cue ball on the table, letting it roll Booth's way. The last few balls went into the triangle and he lined them up on the marked spot before removing the boundaries and hooking it back on the overhead light. "You buy, you break," he commented as he stepped back.

"No one could probably tell the difference. They wouldn't be so dangerous if Joe Normal could." Eliot sat on the edge of the table, little square piece of chalk in hand. "Probably better they don't know what kind of weirdo they've got working next to them."

((No worries! I just had that happen. It does indeed suck.))