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Parker launched herself onto Eliot’s back. “Carry me!”
Eliot caught her with an oof and adjusted his grip so she wouldn’t slip. “How much did she have to drink?”
“I don’t know, man, I could swear it wasn’t that much,” Hardison said.
Parker giggled. “That was good punch.”
“That was alcoholic punch,” Hardison said. “I thought you only had two glasses.”
“Mmmm, no.”
“How many did you have?” Eliot asked, although he was kind of afraid of the answer.
“Mmmm, this many!”
Eliot waited a beat, but Parker didn’t actually say a number. “Hardison, is she holding up fingers?”
“She’s holding up a whole hand. Jeez, Parker, you had five?!”
“It was good!” Parker said. “And we’re not working. I can take a break.”
“Yeah, I am giving you all of the water before you go to sleep,” Hardison said. “All of the water.”
“And food,” Eliot said. “Food that’s not cereal.”
“Aw, but I like cereal.” Parker sounded like she was pouting.
Eliot sighed. “I’ll make you a burger when we get home.”
“Oh! I like burgers better.”
Hardison bumped their shoulders together. “Making her a burger at midnight to help shake off the inevitable hangover? You’re going soft, man.”
Eliot glared at him. “Keep running your mouth, and see if you get one.”
Hardison mimed zipping his lips, but his dark eyes were still sparkling. Probably because he knew he wasn’t wrong.
Eliot was going soft. But then again, when it came to Parker and Hardison, he’d always been a little soft.
And yeah, he was okay with that.