Hardison came in first to set up the conference room. Eliot came later, made coffee and read over the menu making notes of the supplies he would need for the lunch menu as he sat down at the table. "About time you got here," he said glancing at his watch. "It's 10:00 man, I've been here for two hours."
He gave Eliot a mischievous look. "So where did you decide to spend the night? At the house of horrors or the den of iniquity?" he joked. Eliot smirked and said nothing. Hardison laughed enjoying his discomfort. "Where's Parker?" he asked.
"I guess she went back to her place to get changed."
"Ahhh… so you spent the night in the den of…" "Hardison cut it out, we spent the night here all right?" Eliot cut him off embarrassed to hear his house called a den of iniquity now that he was a married man. "Ok man, that's cool, but I hope you clear it up soon for your sakes." He decided to change the subject and focus on their task.
Hardison had three potential clients lined up. They couldn't take a job that involved a long con since they didn't have a grifter, and nothing too complicated since it was their first time back at work since Parker's injury and the wedding. They were still sorting through the client's when Parker walked in a bit winded. She gave Eliot a quick peck on the cheek and sat down.
"What did I miss?" "Nothing." Hardison replied, "We were just going over these potential clients." He showed her the files. They heard the door open a few minutes later.
"Parker did you forget to lock the door? We don't open for another two hours." Eliot asked annoyed as he got up to see who the idiot was who obviously could not read when their hours were. He was stunned to see who had come into the pub.
"Chloe? What are you doing here?"
