Prompt: In the clutch
Quinn liked to think he was a reasonable man. As long as he got paid, he didn't mind the occasional work space hazard. Like a guard with a taser or dogs (the first easily taken care of with a punch to the face and the second with the boujie dog treats from the one farmer's market Eliot frequented), not being tranq'ed and tied to a chair.
He gave them credit where credit was due, they did it at a distance rather attempting to take him down in swinging range. He made a few under his breath promises while waiting for them to return and question him about his employer.
They never came.
What did come was the whispering of rope as it fell to the ground next to his chair.
Quinn smiled when his favorite blonde thief descended the rope and smoothly landed.
"Thanks for comin' in the clutch, Sweetheart," Quinn said.
"You're late for date night," Parker scolded, though he didn't hear anger in her tone, just amusement. "Sounds like Eliot is having fun."
The sounds of a fight echoed throughout the warehouse. Quinn looked over at Parker.
"Go help Eliot," she said. "I'll meet you outside."
He stole a kiss before going to help.
Overall date night was off to a great start.
