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Luke's, Monday

The busboy had apparently finally managed to go out to see the new Space Battles movie over the weekend, which meant that now the dishwasher and the cook could finally have the extremely loud, spoiler-filled debate they'd been hinting around for the last week and a half. Eliot put up with it for about half an hour before he finally stormed into the kitchen.

"First of all, the two of you are both arguing the same side. Second, the whole point of 'shipping' is that you can put together whoever you damn well please. And lastly, in the last act they were obviously --"

"Hey!" The waitstaff stood in the doorway of the kitchen en masse, all glaring at Eliot. "Shirley hasn't seen it yet!"

Today's specials
Cranberry meatballs
Brussels sprouts with shallots and wild mushrooms
Seven layer bars

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The waitstaff are planning when to drag Shirley to go see the movie already.

Ask him what he ended up thinking of that soccer ball with a hat.

"Also, y'all should be shippin' the three of them together, anyway," Hardison said, from where he was lounging against the kitchen wall. Because of course he'd be where the Space Battles conversation was. Of course. "I mean, you can't argue that there was chemistry between 'em all, yo, with all them longin' gazes an' lip-biting goin' on."

Not that Hardison was at all biased in that direction at all, really.

Eliot's handgesture was very much "what he said". Because, yeah. Definitely no bias going on here at all. "It makes a hell of a lot more sense than that whole 'ship them with the bad guy' thing."

"You literally just said we could ship any --" the busboy broke off when Eliot growled at him. "Fine. I'll just go back to reading the emo twitter."

"You can, ain't no one gon' stop you, but that don't make it right," Hardison noted. "Though, yeah, that Twitter feed is hilarious." He called after him, "Yo, if there's another group goin' tonight, I'm in!"

Because he'd only seen it fourteen times so far and that was barely acceptable.

"Seriously, man?" Because Eliot had managed to end up seeing it three times and that was plenty.

The power of love; Eliot would say it got him to see Space Battles an entire three times, Hardison would say that it got him to accept that Eliot had only seen it three times.

"You jokin' right?" Hardison asked. " ever tell you about the time I got busted for usin' Mick Jagger's account info to host a Space Battles party in a luxury hotel room?"

"It mighta come up." More times than Hardison had managed to see the new Space Battles movie, even.

"An' you're still askin' me why I'mma go see it more times?" Hardison asked.

"Watchin' a movie ain't the same as throwin' a party."

"The important part is that it was a Space Battles party!"

No, seriously, Eliot. This was a thing your boyfriend believed.

"The important thing is there were other people there. That presumably you talked to. And . . . played with."

Hardison tried not to grin. "I was young, there were Slave Princess costumes--yeah, you could call it playin' if you want to."

He'd told you he wasn't a virgin when you met, Eliot.

And Eliot even believed him! Sometimes.

"That was exactly what I was sayin', man." Eliot punched Hardison -- gently -- in the shoulder. "Party trumps movie any time."

"Without that movie there wouldn't have been a party," Hardison declared. "Movie trumps party because movie promotes brotherhood, yo. Well, siblinghood. I ain't gatekeepin' nobody out of the fandom."

"Yeah. Lotta 'siblinghood' goin' on sitting in a dark room not talkin' to people."

"Yo, but afterwards!" Hardison protested. "Talkin' in the theater as the lights come up, then goin' over to forums an' message boards an' social media...Folks remixin' stuff, makin' new memes, jokes, an' comics about the movie--! You don't get it, Eliot, it's so much bigger than just a film."

I feel ya, Shirley. I only just managed to get out and see it yesterday.

Parker chittered at Eliot from one of the booths. Or maybe she was chittering at Shirley, along the lines of, What is wrong with you that you haven't seen it yet?

Because of course Hardison snuck Parker into the theater with him one of the many times he'd gone to see it this week.

Eliot set a bowl of anchovies down at the booth for Parker to munch on and reached over to give her head an idle scritch. Was it bad that he was almost used to his girlfriend being a ferret by now? That was probably bad.

More than likely. Which was probably why she turned back into herself right about then. Then tilted her head and said, "Lower on my neck."

Without clothes of course. Not that she cared.

"Wh -- Parker!"

Yeah, the neck scritches would have to wait. Since Eliot was yanking her up into a very firm hug.

He'd apologize for the lack of warning later.

"EEee!" That was enough of a surprise that Parker didn't get in any really violent movements, aside from elbowing and a head-knock, before she settled down with a small grin. "Hey. You give good scritches." She pulled back enough to beam at him. "That was fun! ... but I missed Christmas Day as a human!"

Eliot had been head-knocked by worse people, for sure. "Yeah, darlin'," he said, hanging onto her for a beat longer. "We noticed."

Shirley coughed politely into her hand, her back turned to the two of them as she held out an apron from the kitchen. Eliot frowned at her before realizing: right, Parker was naked. He took the apron to hand it off to Parker so Shirley could flee.

"You -- remember alla that? It was hard to tell how much was you and how much was ferret."

"Some of it kinda blends together." One jump off a counter and onto the floor resembled the next, and it wasn't like she avoided the vents when she was human-sized. "Bits stand out. Like the snow. And the sweater." Because, awesome. Oh hey, apron. Parker took it from Eliot, then carelessly hung it around her neck without belting it. "And snuggling." Which got him a kiss on the cheek.

"You were fuzzy," Eliot muttered. Because that definitely preserved his macho reputation. "You're okay? No . . . side effects?"

Parker gave him a puzzled look, then said, "I don't think so? Like what? Wanting to bite people? I want to do that sometimes anyway."

"I don't -- know -- you were a ferret for more'n a week!" This was entirely new territory for Eliot. "I think you tried to eat some of that fake beard hair from the Santa outfit."

And he didn't even know where half his knives had ended up.

Er. They'd turn up. Eventually.

"It didn't taste like Christmas," Parker said sadly, remembering. "Just fluff. Ooo. Do I get to open presents now? And I can get you the extra ones I hid!"

"Hid before or after you were a ferret?" Eliot asked.

Because ferrets probably had very different ideas about appropriate gifts.

"Both!" Those nuts and berries probably hadn't rotted or anything.

Parker grinned at him. "I owe you guys for taking such good care of me. Something cool."

Eliot's faintly bewildered expression softened into a small smile. "What the hell else were we gonna do, darlin'? You're ours."

"Parker!" Shirley had run into the kitchen to tell everyone that Parker was back and naked in the dining room. Hardison hadn't heard much beyond 'Parker is back' before going flying. "I missed you," he said, sweeping her up into a hug.

Parker turned to Hardison, now be-aproned-if-nothing-else, to give him a yay-you're-here! hug. "I wanna see the movie again. It was hard to focus with little ferret eyes." She laughed. "I was right here, silly."

"Yeah, but cute an' fuzzy ain't the same," he pointed out, leaning in to give her a kiss, too. "Can't do this to a ferret, can I?"

"You could, but it'd be kinda weird," Parker admitted. "Also, ferret-lips couldn't kiss you back very well." She snuggled closer and asked, "Did I dream you in a coffin, or was that real?"

Edited 2015-12-29 03:13 (UTC)

"That was real," Hardison said quietly. He far preferred kissing to talking about the coffin. "Still havin' nightmares off an' on about it, too. Fandom did that thing again."

You know where everything was horrible for a few days?

"I'm sorry," Parker said, sad. She nudged her face into his neck, hugging him hard. It had been fun being a ferret, but it wasn't worth Hardison hurting and her not being able to help. "I wish I'd been able to talk so I could tell you what I told you before."

"You let me cuddle you," Hardison reminded her with a tap on her nose. "Even as a hyperactive ferret you had my back, mama."

"Always," Parker promised, then sighed. "But we're so going to have a good New Year's to make up for it anyway. Plus you didn't find all the presents I got you."

Edited 2015-12-29 19:42 (UTC)

"You kiddin'?" Hardison laughed. "I couldn't even find all your decorations for the tree! I got the star sapphire you stole from the Prado, but I ain't got a clue where you stashed the Lion of Gilgamesh."

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