Trying to catch up on some sleep.

[dontchaserabbits]

Mako and Raleigh are theoretically in Moscow right now. Or is it Saint Petersburg. Raleigh doesn't even remember anymore.

What he does know is that the door to Milliways opened right after their thirty-seventh state dinner, and he was more than happy to grab his co-pilot and run away for a little bit.

He knew there were rooms upstairs, but tonight is the first time that Raleigh's taken advantage of one. Mako acquires two adjacent rooms for the both of them, and they quickly say their goodnights.

Raleigh's on his belly and snoring in less than ten minutes.

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[co_pilot]

Mako doesn't quite take the equivalent of a cold shower, though she comes fairly close - and there are clean clothes waiting for her in her room when she reappears, even though she can't quite recall if she'd requested them.

The dress itself is black, accented in blue, with a modest neckline and a scooping back - hardly something she would be caught wearing at headquarters.

But their presence has been requested at a black-tie event held in their honor, and she supposes it is more fitting to wear this than anything she has packed away.

[dontchaserabbits]

Yancy always tried to tell Raleigh to stop being so early to everything, but he never could help it. Even now, he's downstairs waiting for Mako five minutes early - he'd had to ask the bar for something appropriate to wear.

Now he's keeping company with a finger of scotch, trying to not rumple his suit.

[co_pilot]

The dress is one thing entirely - she's forced to pick it up slightly so the train doesn't catch as she's walking down the stairs - but the shoes are a separate issue.

If anything, they cut some of the height difference.

(She only hopes she isn't expected to dance.)

[dontchaserabbits]

Keeping an eye on the staircase makes it only a few seconds before Raleigh notices Mako arriving.

"...Holy shit."

[co_pilot]

She doesn't hear him; she's too focused on not tripping, slipping or otherwise twisting something.

Finally, she makes it to the floor - it's easier to walk than it is to navigate a set of stairs, and her movements are much smoother after she scans the room to find him, crossing slowly.

"You're early."

[dontchaserabbits]

Raleigh shrugs. "I usually am."

See? Far more predictable than supposed.

"You look absolutely fantastic."

[co_pilot]

He didn't have a dress to zip himself into without a second pair of hands.

She smiles, nodding her head in acknowledgment.

"So do you."

[dontchaserabbits]

"Thank you. Shall we?"

Raleigh's definitely rusty at the whole 'escorting the lady' concept, but he offers her an elbow.

"How long are those shoes going to last?"

[co_pilot]

"Until my feet do."

She's used to maintaining her balance. She's already having an easier time with it as she slips her arm through his.

"Thank you."

[dontchaserabbits]

"You're welcome. Let's go be fancy."

Walking to the door, Raleigh's head may angle slightly downward and behind Mako's back.

It really is a nice dress.

[co_pilot]

If she notices any straying glances, she does not comment on them.

Instead, her fingers curl just so against the inside of Raleigh's forearm, and she leads the way through the door.