fandomhigh | Shop class open house, Tuesday, period 3

It'd been a trying several days, but if there was one thing Fandom excelled at, it was picking itself up and dusting itself off, and getting back to business as usual. For the students, that meant the last week of classes. For the shop students, it was their day to shine.

After rather a lot of cursing and yelling and beating on things that Hardison would pout at him for later, Eliot had finally managed to coax the shop into a fancy museum opening setting, with pedestals and gallery spaces for the students to set up and show off their work. There was a table of refreshments off to the side, and Eliot had on a tweed jacket over his usual button down shirt and jeans.

He'd felt like dressing all civilized-like this week, oddly enough. Even spent a bit of time putting a pair of tiny braids into the hair just behind his ears, something he hadn't bothered with since Leverage was still working out of Nate's apartment back in Boston. Honestly, he'd had a lot of time on his hands.

It wasn't like he was sleeping.

[ooc: because folks quite possibly need something they don't recognize their friends in to hit, welcome to the Evil Shop Plot post! OCD is up, post is open to any and all comers.]

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"Turns out I kinda like teaching." You were the only person surprised by that, Eliot. "I ever thank you for ropin' me into it?"

"No." She grinned and leaned into him, perching her pointy chin on his shoulder. "I knew you'd have fun."

Eliot gave her a sideways hug. It wasn't polite to make out with your girlfriend in front of the students. "You're pretty damn good at it too, you know."

"Yeah?" She smiled a little, and said, "It helps to teach the fun stuff. You know, jumping off things. Climbing things. Breaking into places." All her favorites. "Maybe in spring, I'll come up with some ideas for a summer class.

"Sounds like a plan. You know, my high school had more classes like this one does, I mighta actually bothered paying attention."

Eliot had been the golden boy of his high school. He didn't actually have to pay a damn bit of attention in any of his classes.

"Did you do that prom thing, like the one we went to with Nate and Sophie?" Parker asked, curious. "I liked the one at the reunion we stole." Including one of her first romantic dances with Hardison.

"Yeah, we had a prom." Eliot may or may not have been elected Prom King, in fact. "Dunno how much it resembled that reunion, since, you know, I wasn't there." He was busy beating up Armenians. "Honestly it was kinda boring. The ones here are much nicer."

What with that being where they'd all finally managed to hook up the first time, and all. And being followed by AU kids after wasn't bad, either.

"I don't feel like I missed out on High School, then," Parker said in satisfaction. "If everything here is better anyway. And you could've joined us after you were done beating up those guys. I mean, I went after I finished tasing that one assassin girl."

"You were already at the school. I was across town."

And honestly, he'd mostly just been grumpy when the others paired off and went dancing. That was rude.

"It was nice," Parker told him, then smirked. "We should take you dancing. Maybe for New Year's?"

"I don't really dance," Eliot reminded her. "But -- it is nice to be asked."

Awww. Poor baby.

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