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Breanna’s eyes widened as she took in the sight of the three of them, covered in cuts and bruises and still vaguely bloody. “Does this sort of thing happen every date night?”
“No,” Eliot replied, at the same time Parker said, “Yep!”
“It might be becoming a theme,” Hardison admitted, sticking a bandaid on Parker’s cheek.
Harry and Sophie entered the room carrying more medical supplies.
“I hesitate to ask how it went,” Sophie said, handing a frozen bag of peas over to Eliot.
Hardison shrugged. “We lost.”
“Can't win every time!” Parker added, shocking chipper for having a black eye.
Harry gaped at them. “How did you lose? You’re experts in your field. You’re the experts in your field!”
Breanna snickered. “Are you seriously telling me you were beat by a bunch of—”
“They were highly coordinated,” Eliot cut in gruffly as he held the ice pack to his shoulder.
“I still think they cheated,” Hardison added.
“And they did have twice as many people as we did,” Parker continued.
“Plus, it's all guns. You know I don’t like guns,” Eliot grumbled.
Breanna raised an eyebrow, incredibly unimpressed. “Laser guns, Eliot. It was laser tag.”
“Exactly! Nothing like real guns,” Eliot rejoined.
“And they frown on hand-to-hand combat,” Hardison added, “which is really where Eliot shines. Parker and I were always gonna be useless.”
“I was good at hiding, though!” Parker chirped. “It did go downhill after they told me to stop crawling on the ceiling.”
Harry shook his head. “I still don't understand how you got so bloody playing laser tag.”
“Oh, this isn’t from laser tag,” Parker replied. “This is from after laser tag.”
“Some guys outside a bar didn’t like that Hardison and I were kissing,” Eliot explained.
“Double whammy of racism and homophobia,” Hardison added.
“You’re telling me that Eliot lost in a fight to a bunch of drunk racist homophobes?” Breanna asked. “I don't buy it.”
“Who said I lost?” Eliot asked. Breanna shot him an unimpressed look, gesturing to the three of them in their varying states of beaten up . Eliot shrugged. “You should see the other guy.”
“Plus that was just the distraction,” Parker said.
Hardison smiled. “I’m sure the Trevor Project appreciates their support.”
“I think the Black AIDS Institute is gonna contact them personally for how much money they donated,” Eliot added.
“The Pride Center might even put up a plaque.” Parker smiled, which turned into a grimace when it pulled on the cut on her cheek. “Still not a fan of being punched in the face.”
“Not many people are. But hey, got to put those tasers to good use, huh?” Eliot smiled.
“You all are terrifying,” Harry said conversationally.
“Sorry I doubted your expertise,” Breanna conceded.
“Apology accepted,” the bruised trio said in unison.
“Hold on,” Sophie cut in. “You still got beaten by middle schoolers at laser tag?”
“They were very highly coordinated!”