Title: Red Bull Gives You Wings
Author: medjai_trowa
Rating: FRA
Summary: No, Parker, Red Bull does not give you wings.
Notes: Getting sucked back in by comment_fic...
"But he's got wings!" Parker protested as Hardison snorted and informed her that Eliot would need wings to get from where he was to be her backup in the time she needed.
"Parker!" he snapped down the comms, "How many times do I need to tell you, girl? Drinking Red Bull ain't gonna give nobody wings for real. Not even if you drink a whole case." He paused briefly and Nate, knowing his audience, interjected, "Parker, you are not to try drinking a whole case of Red Bull," in an urgent tone.
Any further conversation was cut off by a whumpf sound and the gurgling, cut-off yell of a bad guy who just got punched in the throat.
"Holy Hannah!" Hardison yelped as he checked the camera feeds.
"See," Parker told him, ignoring Nate and Sophie's demands to know what the hell was happening, "I told you he had wings!"