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No School Like Old School 1/?
Date: 2012-04-11 09:55 pm (UTC)*
“What do you think?” Gabby giggles, twirling round. She hasn’t worn a skirt, let alone a dress, in...how long? It feels weird, but it feels good, too. Liberating. Changing out of her heavy, battle-worn armour and into this flare of pink and frills is exactly what she needed. This night off is exactly what she needs. Raul is leaning against the wall of the games room, looking out of place in the plush suite. He raises what’s left of his eyebrows.
“Didn’t know you had legs inside that armour, boss,” he quips dryly. She ignores him, pointedly, and turns to Cass, who seems to be admiring her legs in a rather different way.
“Suits you,” she says, with a grin. “But, er, if you think I’m changing...”
Gabby laughs “No, no. I just need to...agh, clear my head. It’s easier, you know? Change of clothes, change of mind.”
Raul nods. His vaquero hat lies on the chair next to him. “Tell me about it.”
“Do you know if Arcade’s gonna come with us?” Gabby asks, stepping in front of a mirror to pat her hair about.
Cass laughs. “That stiff? We’ll be lucky if he even joins us for the fucking meal!”
Arcade’s voice echoes from next door. “I can still hear you, Rose of Sharon.”
The caravaneer’s face clouds and she storms towards the door. “Don’t call me that, you little rat bastard, you –“ She breaks off, shocked, as Arcade steps into view.
He’s wearing a suit, and looking only slightly awkward about it. He tugs at his cuffs, until he seems satisfied. “Are we going?”
Cass’ jaw has easily dropped the lowest. “You look nice.” She says it like an accusation. “Who – who’s the lucky guy?”
Arcade gives her a look dripping with disdain. “Please. If there was anyone, do you think I’d tell a crass loudmouth like you?”
Astonishment forgotten, Cass balls her fists. “Listen, Gannon –“
Gabby steps between them, holding up her hands. “Yeah, hey, guess what, you’re not gonna fight tonight.” Even in the dress, even with all (okay, most) of her weapons packed neatly into the box at the bottom of her bed, she knows they know she’s not a force to be messed with. She has asked that they take a night off and that they take it together and God damn it they would play nice.
Arcade smoothes non-existent creases from his suit. “Fine by me.”
Cass scowls, but she lowers her fists. Nevermind, Gabby thinks. Few shots, she’ll be fine. Definitely. Please.
Raul peels himself away from the wall. “Hate to break up all the drama, kids, but are we gonna make a move here?”
“Yes,” Gabby says decisively, glancing in the mirror once last time. Does she look alright? Does the dress suit her? Is it ridiculous, to go from being the terror of the Mojave to some sort of...doll?
As they head to elevator, she feels Raul’s hand land on the small of her back. Arcade and Cass are ahead of them, still bickering but more subdued, so they don’t hear when he leans in and whispers, his accent warm and familiar. “Don’t worry about it, boss. Everyone’s gonna think you’re a knockout.”
She’s sure she blushes at that, and it’s so fucking out of character that she pulls away from him abruptly, not realising until they’re all at the casino floor that she forgot to thank him for the compliment.