It had taken almost a week's worth of convincing, but Carolina had finally agreed to come out on shore leave with the rest of them. York hadn't even been the only one trying to get her to lay off training for a night -- pretty much everyone had asked her if she was heading down to the planet they were stopping at. Even if she'd just given in out of a desire to get them to stop asking, York was pleased. And he'd done some research. Just to make sure she'd actually have fun... they wouldn't just be going to some bar with the others and stumbling back in the morning with a passed out Wyoming or bailed-out South. No, he'd found the best club within five miles of the drop and planned to split off from the others and take her there instead. She could have a night off without babysitting the rest of the team, maybe cut loose a little.

He doesn't exactly have clubwear in his closet anymore but now he waits for her in the docking bay in fitted jeans and a skintight v-neck that should do the trick, and give her a hint where they're headed. It doesn't matter what she chose to wear, he thinks, she won't have any problems getting into a club. Most of the others have already left, so it'll be just them heading out. Unless she's changed her mind. Maybe he should go look for her...