"Nate sent me to my room again, remember?" Eliot replied dryly.

"There's a tiny scrap of a woman leaning against the wall near her. Jo's been too focused on the lack of readings, senses dulled by the white noise of the crowd. She curses herself silently."

:Hardison has been to his fair share of what Eliot mockingly calls his Underground Hacker Speed Dating Meetups. And it’s always dudes. So many dudes. And they all look like Colin Mason’s uglier brother, plus there’s always at least one grizzly-ass, paranoid old conspiracy theorist with back in my day stories about the perils of dialup. Hardison’s always the best looking person in the damn place, basically -– and it ain’t even a close call. Until today. Because of course now that he’s happily with Parker, not one but two fine female hackers turn up to check out the merchandise. Note: a one-shot right now, but I may add more funtimes.

Eliot found a way to make his style work at Dalton Academy. It just worked a little too well.