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...
Shore leave. Alright. Not her favourite thing, when there's so much they could be practicing, but Carolina knows that she'll be training alone if she stays and well... maybe it'll be worth it to have an evening out. Maybe she'll even enjoy herself.
So she does a relatively boring black dress and her favourite turquoise jacket and her makeup, because she can, but her hair holds her up. By the time she realizes everyone's leaving without her, she's too frustrated to keep trying, so a low ponytail it is. As usual. Unimpressed, her face is set in a scowl when she finally hits the docking bay, nearly running into York in front of the elevator.
"What?" she asks, tilting her head as she looks over him, trying to figure out where he was headed, not thinking that it might have just been to look for her. "Are you not going now?"
York turns when he hears her voice, his smile unfaltering even when he sees that she's wearing a scowl to go with her leave clothes. Which are fine for a club, even if he wishes she'd take her hair down. Maybe he can convince her when they're on line to get in.
"I'm going. I was worried you weren't." He shifts away from the elevator and motions for her to follow him out. "I should warn you, I have no idea where everybody else went."
"So you lost them already." It's a flat statement, but at least it's less angry, more typically unimpressed. If they survive an evening of drinking without losing someone at least briefly, it's a miracle. It's only happened once, that she can remember, but still.
She falls into step beside him, head angled his way as she asks, "Do you know where we're meeting up?"
"I lost them on purpose." He hooks his thumbs into his belt loops as he walks, guiding her out of the complex they landed in and onto the street. "If you really want you can get somebody on the comms, but I was hoping we'd be on our own tonight. I've got someplace in mind. The meetup isn't til the morning."
There's an implication here that Carolina's going to leave as the elephant in the room (or... street; she has to admit it's a nice evening to be out, the perfect temperature, the moon looking pretty when she glances up to check for it) but she finds she doesn't want to argue. She enjoys spending time alone with York usually, so an evening out with him is bound to be nice.
"Okay. So do I get to know this place you have in mind? Or is it a surprise?"
York's smile is relieved -- part of him expected she'd make the call. His manner becomes a bit more animated and he decides to tell her where they're headed. Why not? She's already out on a limb, he can make it a bit more comfortable. Besides, it's not like he can blindfold her and lead her into a club, it would be too obvious.
"It's called Avalon. I've never been there but I did some checking up when I found out where we were landing. It's been awhile since we hit a club."
"I guess it has," Carolina admits, letting a hint of a smile grace her face and her tone. She's always enjoyed clubs, but they never seem to make the cut when the Freelancers decide as a group where to go and since it's never Carolina's idea to go out anyway, she can't kick up too much of a fuss. "And if it's just the two of us, we can't lose South in a bathroom for half the night. We might be able to have a decent time."
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carolina; shore leave
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...
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So she does a relatively boring black dress and her favourite turquoise jacket and her makeup, because she can, but her hair holds her up. By the time she realizes everyone's leaving without her, she's too frustrated to keep trying, so a low ponytail it is. As usual. Unimpressed, her face is set in a scowl when she finally hits the docking bay, nearly running into York in front of the elevator.
"What?" she asks, tilting her head as she looks over him, trying to figure out where he was headed, not thinking that it might have just been to look for her. "Are you not going now?"
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"I'm going. I was worried you weren't." He shifts away from the elevator and motions for her to follow him out. "I should warn you, I have no idea where everybody else went."
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She falls into step beside him, head angled his way as she asks, "Do you know where we're meeting up?"
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"Okay. So do I get to know this place you have in mind? Or is it a surprise?"
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"It's called Avalon. I've never been there but I did some checking up when I found out where we were landing. It's been awhile since we hit a club."
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