Getting on a jet plane

[loadedparadox]

What: Leaving for Vegas
Who: With dreamsofmazes and eamesofdreams
Warnings: None currently

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[dreamsofmazes]

One last glance in the bathroom mirror, she smiled. The short sleeved, knee length dress, belted at the waist. Fit snuggly to her, as if it was made for her, her hair done in a low tight bun and her heels surprisingly comfortable. All in all, she was impressed with how she looked. This wasn’t an outfit she would just wear for anyone. But she wanted to make sure she showed Arthur. She was excited about this. And maybe help with some of his nerves. Which she felt he had, as it was he going home so to speak.

"Yeah." She called, taking one last look around her room, before making her way out to the living room. A nervous smile on her lips, as she took in Arthur appearance. "You look nice, Arthur. I think I have everything."

[eamesofdreams]

"If the airhostess kidnaps him we're going to have to fight them, Ariadne."

He closes the bedroom door behind him, gives Arthur a grin as he tightens his tie and winks at him, "It's okay Arthur, between us we'll protect your virtue."

It's a habit he can't help, trying to tease Arthur out of any underlying worry he might have underlying, like it's any other day.

[loadedparadox]

The moment Ariadne walked in, Arthur smiled. It softened the entire look as he moved a step closer. "You look stunning, but you know you could have worn jeans," he noted, looking her over slowly, smiling. "But you are amazing," he said with a sigh. "Right Plane."

Half turning to face Eames, rolling his eyes. "I look like a mortician." But he nearly smiled. "Besides, I know where I belong."

[dreamsofmazes]

She beamed at the compliment, looking between the two men. "Look at this. Boy my boys, look hot." She teased, as she made her way to the kitchen, assuring all was off.

"Figured I would try a new look for Vegas. See how it fits. Not that it will. But yeah. Deal with it." She finished, as she leaned up against the door frame looking around. "I'm ready, I think."

[eamesofdreams]

"Maybe hot mortician is the airhostesses thing," Eames points out, watching the pair of them closely, keeping them both in his sight at all times just because he can.

"Ariadne, it suits you love. You needn't worry."

[loadedparadox]

"I give it a week and she's back to jeans," he said, giving Eames a wink but he was impressed that she'd made the attempt.

"The cab should be here,' he said, reaching for Ariadne's hand. "I'm sorry about that?"

[dreamsofmazes]

"Hey. Have faith. I'm a stubborn little thing." She teased, leaning up and placing a light kiss at the corner of Arthur's mouth. "You have faith in me, don't you?" She asked, a bright smile on her face, as she looked over at the other man.

"Let us be off." She said, a hand waving slightly towards the door. Only to shrug some, looking around the loft. Knowing she was going to miss this place, no matter how much she said she wouldn't.

[eamesofdreams]

"I may be a gambling man but I'm not taking that bet," Eames retorts, shifting his back on his arm and moving to get the front door open for the pair of them, "Because she is as stubborn as she says and I know a losing move when I see one."

[loadedparadox]

"Fine. Just because I'm apparently the only one that loves her perky little ass back in denim. Fine," he said, sighing heavily, trying to use human to hide how upset he was about doing this to her. No matter what they said, he was going to blame himself for this because he got involved before he took care of his own mess.

[dreamsofmazes]

"Thank you dear." Her nose crinkled, an appreciative smile sent Eames way, when she spoke.

"Arthur." She spoke, pausing mid stride to squeeze his hand. "This will be good for us." Glancing between the two men, she smiled wider. "It's all of us now. What is that saying? All for one, and one for all?" She teased, a quick giggle of her brow. Attempting to show, she would be fine. "Let's go."

[eamesofdreams]

He huffs out a breath of a laugh at that, leaning against the door, keeping his gaze trained on them both.

"We're not Muskateers. Nobody has a questionable mustache."

[loadedparadox]

"Fall asleep on the plane and that could be arranged," Arthur said, hand dipping into his jacket and pulling out the pen Eames had returned to him. "Though Ariadne might be saved because of her pert nose," he teased, heading out the door.

When they get to the street there's a car waiting to take them to the airport.

[dreamsofmazes]

Sliding into the car, she sighed. Eyes trained on the outside, smiling fondly. Only to turn looking between the two men, a smirk on her face. "Who says I wont do it to you both. Draw that it? I'm rather talented with a pen." She said, with a smirk and light tone. Before focusing her attention back out the window.

[eamesofdreams]

"Who would have thought I'd be the most mature in this car right now?" Eames muses thoughtfully, grinning at them both, "Maybe I'll tell security the pen is a deadly weapon."

[loadedparadox]

Settling in, he worked to keep his apprehension in check. Not just about Cobol and Nash, but in returning to Vegas at all. "You wouldn't dare. Not and cause me to lose it twice in a lifetime," he teased, smirking slightly. "And I'm going to behave now because I don't trust Ariadne. Also, must take caffeine pills and not sleep.

[dreamsofmazes]

A mock hurt face fell over her. Letting her eyes glance between the others again. "How can anyone, not trust me?" She said, her voice as light as it could.

"Honestly, I'm the one, that's never been to Vegas. How do I know, you all won't just expose me to the most unspeakable things." She asked, a smirk to her face, her brows giving a quick wiggle. "You hit on the attendants on the flight by the way. Do think I won't throw peanuts." She teased, a quick roll of her eyes as she focused out the window again.