Gremlin Cabin - Alcove A2, Saturday Evening

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara was not wearing a dress today. She was wearing her leathers. Her nice, comfortable, red leathers which were the only item of clothing a Mord'Sith needed or wanted to own. It didn't matter whether they were pretty or not because they were Her Leathers.

She was also steadfastly refusing to admit that yesterday had actually occurred, as that would mean acknowledging that she had worn things, said things, done things, and agreed to things, all of which had quite clearly not happened.

Since yesterday had not happened, and she hadn't said yes to any questions regarding how she was spending her time today, she also was not getting ready for any dances. Instead she was trying to smother herself with a pillow.

[For one.]

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[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

Unlike Cara, Clark believed in yesterday. Sure, people had been weird, but it was Fandom for goodness sake and Gala events didn't happen half as often as the weirdness.

So he opened the door to the proper cabin, actually expecting a certain hot girl to be all dressed up and waiting for him. When no one was there, he used his x-ray vision to find the girl he was looking for and wandered that way, a little confused. "Cara, why aren't you ready?"

Clark looked all kinds of ready.

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara was also ready...to kill something at least.

Her reply was muffled due to the pillow but it didn't sound all that much like she was happy to see him.

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

"Are you sick or something?" Clark asked, the uncertainty written all over his face as he crossed over to her cot. "I thought those tea sandwiches were a little suspicious." Mostly because of the weird professor being the provider.

[wrongkindofsith]

Why did she keep sleeping with men who were too stupid to recognise the danger of poking annoyed Mord'Sith? She lifted the pillow long enough that her "Or something." wasn't muffled.

Then she lifted the pillow again. "What are you wearing?"

As formal wear went, it actually looked a lot better than red velvet, but she wasn't going to tell him that.

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

Clark gave his jacket a self conscious tug. "This? It's a tuxedo. I'm told it's appropriate for the event. Not that you look ready to go..." As much as he liked the form-fitting leather--and really, not enough could be said about that--it was not exactly party clothing.

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara spared the outfit another glance. Definitely better than the velvet robes. "I don't have any other clothes."

The dress would be disposed of in cleansing flames once Cara was willing to acknowledge its existence and thus the need for its destruction once more.

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

"Huh." It hadn't registered with him before, given how awesome the leathers really were. "You had that dress yesterday...not that it matters what you wear, right?" If anyone could pull off leather at a dance, it was Cara.

[wrongkindofsith]

"It's gone." Or would be soon enough. "And no, it doesn't." Since if you weren't going out it didn't matter what you wore.

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

"So if you're not sick and you're not gonna change, we can go now, right?" Clark was really weirdly hopeful that they could go out and have fun. It would be like a date.

[wrongkindofsith]

Thanks to Drake's class, he'd never get her out the door if he called it that. "We could," Cara acknowledged, tracing a fingertip over the sheets. "Or we could not."

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

Now that was a distracting thought for Clark. "...You know that isn't a terrible idea. Though, this is probably the only dance of the summer and I'd hate for you to miss it." And for him, shh.

[wrongkindofsith]

Distraction was good, distraction kept them far, far away from dances. "I don't mind."

She really, really didn't, Clark.

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

He adjusted his tie thoughtfully and took a seat at the end of the cot, looking around at her alcove. "Makes this whole getup a little pointless, but hey, I'm only out the time it took to get it."

[wrongkindofsith]

Clark might have noticed that despite nearly a month in the cabins, it was nearly completely devoid of personal touches.

"I wouldn't say it was completely pointless," Cara said reaching out to fiddle with his tie. If he was going to so thoughtfully provide a leash, she wasn't not going to take advantage of that.

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

While he was no Martha Stewart, Clark at least had a picture of family and some miscellaneous articles of clothing strewn about his alcove to make it feel less like camp. He found Cara's strangely bare by comparison.

Clark grinned at that gesture. "I always heard girls like ties, but I never really believed it till now."

[wrongkindofsith]

If pressed on the issue, Cara might have pointed out that having a bed and clean sheets actually made it more furnished than some of the places she'd slept, especially over the past year. Might, since that would have involved talking about herself.

"I don't see why they wouldn't." Cara was a very big fan of ties, and straps, and really any item of clothing that could be used to haul someone in closer. She was kinda toppy like that.

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

There was something very appropriate about someone tugging Clark around, given the odd little fact that he wouldn't budge unless he wanted to. But in her case he certainly wanted to.

"Oh? How's that? I always found suits and ties binding."

[wrongkindofsith]

It really would have taken far too much talking about herself to explain why Cara found the idea of what he was wearing being considered binding as funny as she did, so Clark would have to be content with the fact he'd just made her laugh.

As it was, his tie was getting tugged on with a bit more vigour. "Well if that's what you wanted, all you had to do was ask."

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

Okay, he liked her laugh and didn't care if he didn't understand why she was laughing. It was more than enough to encourage him closer at her insistence with a big grin. "This is a use I hadn't considered."

[wrongkindofsith]

And Cara had Clark exactly where she wanted him, which among other things was far away from the dance. "Then it's a good thing I have enough imagination for us both."

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

"I admit," Clark murmured, "my imagination considered this for a little later." Because how could he not?

[wrongkindofsith]

Which was a good thing, because it'd be frustrating in more ways than one if Cara had to do all the work herself.

"Why wait for later?" She might have said something about life being short, but the automatic dismissive hand gesture that would have accompanied that would probably have ruined the mood.

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

Now it was Clark's turn to laugh a little. "Actually, tradition." Just not one he'd participated in as of yet.

[wrongkindofsith]

"Tradition?" The last time Cara had been anywhere near dancing people it had ended in magic shows and being trapped in a tomb.

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

"It's a thing for people to uh...hook up after dances. Not that I assumed...um." Well then.

[wrongkindofsith]

"Hooking up after dances? I don't think that's what's going to happen here." Hopefully she'd put enough emphasis on the 'after' to get her meaning across. That and the fact she still hadn't let go of his tie should be a clue.