AN- Hope you like it

Hardison was the first to emerge from his office, adjusting his brass knuckles and wig. "Everybody better be making their finishing touches. We got reservations for 7 o'clock. We got to go!"

Parker popped out of her office wearing rumpled clothes, holding a glass tumbler. "Who are you supposed to be?" she asked.

"I'm Eliot. Who are you?"

"I'm Nate!" She said perkily while giving him a cheers dramatically with the amber colored liquid.

Eliot emerged in a loud, garish shirt carrying a PDA. He took one look at Hardison and glared.

But before he could say a word, Sophie came out with her hair dyed blond and a harness strapped around her "Everyone ready? We don't want to be late."

"Wait," Parker said, her eyes going wide. "If they're them, and you're me and I'm Nate, then that means Nate must be. . ." She let the sentence drop.

"Sophie, How do you walk in these things, seriously!" Came the voice from behind the door.

Sophie sighed "Nate, I already told you, those are my lowest heals, now just hurry and put them on, we don't want to be late!"