Oh sure, Hardison. Piss off the guy tied to a chair who tried to take you out with a pork rind.
"Her name," Eliot hissed. "Is Val."
They'd corrupted the only damn thing he had left that didn't scare the shit out of him he still trusted. If he were even slightly less thoroughly tied down, he'd be at Hardison's throat.
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Date: 2015-03-26 03:36 am (UTC)"Her name," Eliot hissed. "Is Val."
They'd corrupted the only damn thing he had left that
didn't scare the shit out of himhe still trusted. If he were even slightly less thoroughly tied down, he'd be at Hardison's throat.