Title:
Triplet Male Strippers
Author: Trowa B
Rating: FRT
Genre:
Crossover (Leverage/RPF/ Angel)
Notes: Written for katbcoll's
prompt on comment_fic
Summary: LA's in trouble...
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When Eliot wakes up, he's naked.
And lying on the couch in his office at the Leverage HQ. There's someone drooling on his ankle and he's pretty sure that what he's lying on are someone's legs, and there's another person snoring on the floor.
He forces his eyes open with a superhuman feat of will and looks.
Lindsay.
Of course it's Lindsay. The youngest of the triplets always thought his oldest brother was his own personal pillow.
He yanks his leg away and Lindsay snorts but doesn't wake.
Which means that the person across the room would be Chris. The middle brother with his "Hey y'all, watch this!" mentality, secure in the knowledge that big-brother would pull his fat out of the fire if necessary.
It explained the Tequila, SoCo and lime "cocktails" the man had been handing everyone with a devious smile. And really, they hadn't tasted that strong.
He looks around for his pants, finds a pair that will probably fit and is about to head for the breakroom when he hears voices.
"...strippers," Parker is saying. "Hot, identical strippers. Like, triplets."
Sophie laughs. "That," she tells Parker, "Almost makes me wish I hadn't gone to Paris."
"Oh, don't worry," Parker tells her. "We've got video. I'll bring the popcorn."
He almost groans out loud, but then Nate is heading from the direction Sophie and Parker had disappeared in with a phone clamped to his ear. "...Mr Wyndham-Price? I think we have-"
There was a pause.
"Yes, they were. May I-" Another pause. "Toilet paper? Where?" Nate sighed. The type of long-suffering sound he made when Parker was working to her own schedule. "They'll be right along to clean it up. Along with your statuette."