Eliot
He knew he was in trouble before he even opened his eyes. An attempt to brush the hair out of his face was cut short as he realized he couldn't move his hand more than a few scant inches in either direction. A sinking feeling settled into his stomach and he opened his eyes, turning his head to find his arms chained down to the table. "What the fu-"
The last thing he remembered had been - well, it'd been sometime after he'd left the diner. There'd been a group of men, a throw down, and that was where it got hazy. He yanked on the chains again, throwing his whole body into the effort. His ankles hit resistance. Eliot lifted his head to look down and swore again.
He quit struggling, the back of his head hitting the table with a thump. He'd picked up a few things from Parker but the petite blond thief's unnerving ability to get out of improbable situations was not one of them. He pulled on the bonds on his right arm, then left, looking for any weakness. Hell if he was going to stay there long enough for whoever wanted him tied down to come back.