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[lockedinaprison]

Mal can be seen in a small dance studio. The room is empty and the sun is setting just outside the windows. On a small table is an old fashioned record player, a couple of wine glasses, and a bottle of wine. She pours herself a small glass and brings the drink to her nose before she takes a light whiff and smiles. She sips at the bottle as she

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Reality!Verse

[secureinreality]

Miles walked into the dance studio and stood back. He watched her with a tiny smile on his face. She was always so lovely, the picture of her mother in her youth, before bitterness had drawn lines on her face. He stayed quiet, watching her hum and drink. It was almost a romantic setting really. He won't have intruded, but he'd just gone back from a long month in Europe and he couldn't wait to see her.

"Still drinking that horrible red wine I see. I'm waiting for you to get your taste buds straight and start drinking the good stuff, the whites," he said walking towards her, his hands behind his back. His face showing none of the relief or joy he was really feeling. She was a breath of fresh air after the month he had had.

yay for this!

[lockedinaprison]

Honestly, Mal hadn't meant for it to be romantic. Not that she would have minded if Dom had shown up and it was only the two of them. But in reality she had just wanted a moment to unwind. She did her best to work hard at all the things she wanted. But tonight she wanted nothing more than a drink, good music, and dancing.

At the sound of her father's voice Mal turned and smiled before she turned her eyes up at the remark of her drinking tastes. "Ah but my taste buds are just fine, papa," She smirked as she went back to the table to pour another glass. She had brought several, in hopes that perhaps passer-bys might be curious and enter as well.

Once she poured another glass she brought it to her father and held it up to him teasingly. "You should see for yourself."

Father daughter bounding time WTF

[secureinreality]

He took the glass and gave it a quick sniff. He sipped at it than shook his head.

"Still prefer white, but this isn't bad. Then again you have half my tastebuds," he said than heard the music behind them. He put the glass down and offered her his hand.

"Do you still remember how to dance? Or has Dominic neglected to take you out so much you've forgotten?" he asked thinking of no better way to make him feel at home today.

yessss~

[lockedinaprison]

Following her father's lead, she set her own glass down and smirked at him. "I am not the one who has grown old," She teased. As though dancing would ever leave her blood.

She took his hand now and smiled at him. "Your hips have not grown too stiff have they?" She asked before she started to lead at a slow pace.

Memory!Verse

[blancslate]

As was the case in most dreams, Blanc couldn't remember how it started or how he got to where he was. He looked cautiously around the peaceful dance studio, his hand slipping his totem out of his pants pocket to palm it. The metal figurine felt cold in his warm hand it that contrast helped him stay focused in the moment.

While he didn't have any issues invading most dreams and rooting around, he felt guilty and out of place. The room was too nice, too peaceful, and he felt like his presence would corrupt the sanctity of the room. Even more so, there was someone else in the room. Blanc watched her dance and sing along with the music, regret and guilt bubbling up in his gut. He quickly squashed those feelings as he cleared his throat.

"Pardon me, but I seem to be lost. That happens a little more than I like to admit."

[lockedinaprison]

Mal turned suddenly at the sound of the other voice, as though she had just now noted his presence. But whatever intrusion he had registered on her was immediately washed away by the music and replaced with that soft smile reserved for comforting those in need.

"Lost is only a temporary state," She said with a slight shrug and a smile. As though being lost happened all the time to all sorts of people.

"But," She added. "While you are here, would you care for a drink?" She had, for the most part, stopped in her dancing. But still her foot tapped in rhythm with the music and as she waited for his reply she softly hummed along, as though it were too entrancing to stop listening to.

[blancslate]

"That may be. Or if you had no destination in mind, how can anyone be lost?" Blanc's hand tightened around his totem, that chilling connection fading as the metal took on some warmth. He wasn't afraid of being stuck anywhere, but he did always expect the worst of things even in the best of situations. You never could tell with dreams.

At the offer of a drink, he looked over at the bottle of wine and glasses. "A drink sounds lovely, thank you," he said with a small smile. At least in dreams you didn't have to worry about being poisoned and dying. Well, being poisoned and dying was always a possibility, but at least in most cases it resulted in waking up into reality instead of falling into death's embrace.

[lockedinaprison]

If Mal were feeling more like her 'usual' self, she might have considered poisoning him. But the projection was safely stowed away, so long as no one was around to bring it up from the depths of Dom's subconscious. But it left the entirety of Mal's memory to take lead and be herself for once. And herself only offered a drink of red wine, one of her favorites.

She poured him a glass of wine and held it out for him now. "Your destination will come back to you, I am sure. But until then there is nothing wrong with wine and dancing," She smiled. "May I ask your name?"

reality!verse (i think that mal was the extractor to dom's architect and arthur's point, y/n?)

[thesecurity]

He'd expected to find them both here, Dom and Mal together, but the burn of the sunset through the windows picks out a single silhouette, slim and graceful. The tune she hums seems to fill the room despite it's softness until the melody is broken by the scratchy static from the record before the needle catches.

Arthur leans against the door frame, crossing arms over his chest and watching. The music spills into the space and as Mal rises from the record player the red-orange light makes her hair glow like a dark halo. It wasn't his taste in music but the husky, quick pulse of it suits her and Arthur's eyes actually follow her hips for a moment before he averts his gaze.

Clearing his throat, Arthur pushes himself out of his lean and lets his arms drop. "Hey," he says, raising his voice above the music.

i say yes!

[lockedinaprison]

It didn't take but a second to register that it was Arthur standing in the doorway now when she heard his voice. He was such a close friend of both Mal's and Dom's that it was so easy to identify him by such subtle things without ever actually seeing him. He was one of few consistent with the Cobb's team, and Mal was always grateful for his presence on both the job and in reality.

"Arthur, you shouldn't linger in the doorway." She gestured for him to come in now. "Dom's out at the moment but you are free to have a drink while you wait." And without waiting for a response she began to pour him a glass of the wine, as though she wouldn't accept no for an answer.

[thesecurity]

"I didn't want to interrupt," he says as he steps in at her beckoning, tucking his hands into his pockets to cross the space between the door and the table. Arthur wouldn't have said no to the offer of a drink regardless of Mal's quickness to the bottle; he's known her long enough to know she has excellent taste in wine.

Absently hiking his pants enough to let him sit on his heels, Arthur thumbs through the crate of records as she pours. "Anything new with you two?"

Reality!Verse (I figure Eames and the Cobbs have a long stanging professional relationship)

[perfectforgery]

"And here I thought Edith Piaf was your choice," Eames is standing in the doorway, watching with his hands in his pockets. He had been watching for about a minute now, waiting for a good moment to interrupt. He would be lying if he said his eyes hadn't watched her hips for a good second, but he has too much respect for Dom to go there. He had watched both of them for enough time to be able to mimic them, but even he can't claim that sort of staring as research.