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]

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.