Cesar Jiminez was a type. That's the best way Eliot could describe it to himself. One of those types who thought he was sexy, smooth, hilarious, snappy dresser... but, in reality- none of those things. Of course, because he had the confidence and money, no one ever told him that. He tried hard to play the excited hopeful, the dumb cowboy, as Sophie chatted Jiminez up, but, it made him want to vomit. The guy was slime that had learned to stand erect. And, then, in she walked- Parker. His Parker...

Nate's arm was loosely thrown around her, and Eliot noticed immediately that his wrist was on her hip, not his hand. The hand remained open and falsely loose in the air. Eliot's mouth quirked slightly. Nate was not a stupid man, that he'd have to give him... He couldn't help looking at her, though, her beautifully toned legs accented by the silk stockings... his fingers itched to slide up those legs, reveling in the new softness, and then rip the stockings to shreds with his teeth...

"We are in a private meeting." Jiminez said shortly, though his eyes were all over Parker.

"Yeah, your secretary wouldn't take my message." Nate said belligerently. "Ned Foster, at your service." he said, handing the man a card with his other hand.

Jiminez eyed him weirdly. "And, what do you want, Ned Foster?" he demanded.

"See, I'm not so much for the music biz- personally, I think music stopped being good in 1985." he said with an affected laugh, smacking hard on his gum. "However, my girl here, she's into it, and it's her birthday... thought maybe I'd invest in the record business, buy her a venue to show it in..."

Parker scrunched her face up, smiling at him. "Isn't he just the most adorable?" she cooed, pinching Nate's cheek, hard.

Eliot smirked, but then scowled at Jiminez, who was eying her up and down...

"Well, now, that's not easy to do... you need to come and let my boys check you out. We can't trust just anyone." he said carefully. "My office is just upstairs, come on."

He then tossed another glance to Parker. "Why don't you wait down here at the wet bar? Manuel will make you whatever you like, and I'll come back down to... entertain you while your man's upstairs with the boys." he said, giving her the up-down one last time before motioning to Manuel. "Manuel, take extra special care of this young lady..." he said, leading Nate upstairs.

Parker made a "yuck" face behind his back, but turned back towards the bar. Eliot's fists clenched so hard Sophie could swear she heard them.

"See? Told you this is making things too complicated..." Sophie whispered to him.

"I'm not making things 'complicated'!" Eliot whispered back, annoyed.

"You're thisclose to breaking cover, darling..." Sophie said gently.

Eliot growled, walking over to the bar, and sat down, trying to maintain the casual look.

"Ahem, can I have a Guinness, please?"

The bartender nodded, handing Parker a shot and went to the fridge.

"So, are you serious with that outfit?" Parker blurted.

Eliot knit his brows at her. "I..."

"You look like you're in a Billy Ray Cyrus lookalike contest."

"My... manager... picked this out." he said through grit teeth.

Parker grinned at him, downing her shot. Manuel handed Eliot his beer, and smiled at Parker.

"So, would you perhaps like a buttery nipple?" Manuel asked, eying her.

Eliot glared at the man. "What did you just say?"

"It's a drink, dude." Parker said. "It's... what I had before." she said, showing him the shot glass. "Half Bailey's half Butterscotch Schnapps. It's really good, it's like one of those Grandma's purse-type candies, but with alcohol!"she said happily. "And, yes, mas, mas..." she said, tapping the bar.

Manuel turned back to the bar to mix her drink, and Parker lowered her eyelashes at Eliot. "You're all twitchy..."

"Am not..." he mumbled peevishly.

"Are too..." she sing-songed.

Manuel gave Parker her drink, catching a good glance down her dress when he did so, which, of course did not escape Eliot's eye.

"So... Perhaps you would like to go for a walk with me while they are busy upstairs, no?"

Parker snorted and started laughing. Manuel frowned.

"What?"

"That's the best you can do? Really? Oh, you really are bad at picking up women, aren't you?" Parker laughed. "Let me give you some tips..."

Eliot smirked, and Sophie pinched the bridge of her nose...

Meanwhile, upstairs, Cesar and his men were finding what Hardison had laid out on the computer for them to find, the information about Ned Foster, who had as much or more money than Donald Trump...