Eli couldn't help but laugh at what had happened. First Eli was yelling at the kid, now he stood there in damn near nude. This was not that kids day. Shitdick was another story, this guy was calm, cooled and collected. It was impressive seeing as even Eli couldn't help but laugh at it. 

Eva Adams was the last person Eli got a look at. "Well, I gotta say Eva Adams. You look a lot better like that than I would have guessed..." Eli held his gave a little longer, he did it just to let her know that this wasn't anywhere near as bad as things were gonna get.

"Eli... You, you, you look at away right!" Eva Adams was in a panic to say the least, she did her best to cover herself up but it didn't help as much she thought. Blushing and flustered she snapped at Nate. "I don't ever let any asshat  see me naked you shitdick!" She quickly looked back at Eli.

"Go on and put your clothes on woman. You can't stand there all day in damn underwear." Eli quickly said cutting off any chance she had of a scathing or sarcastic remark. Eva quickly ran off clothes under her arm. Eli continued "I really like her working for me. Pretty, seems loyal, smart and really good at what she does. Don't even look bad naked. Gary hit a home run with her." Eli shrugged his shoulders and erupted his body in blue flames, the ink floated away in the heat. Leaving him and his clothes completely clean.

It was then he heard shitdick call him Opie. It wasn't the worst named he'd been called. Plus fried chicken was in the mix here. What Southern man didn't love some decent fried chicken?