[ Having finished their jobs, they'd all dressed down. In some ways, it was odd to see the people he worked with in normal clothes.
Though, for once, Eames isn't in something awful and eye-searing, so he'll count his blessings. Dany has opted for something light and easy to move in. In the right light he can tell there's a gun somewhere on her person. But only because he's looking. Anyone else wouldn't notice– in his mind, she goes up a few notches of respect. As for himself, he's shed his suit jacket and tie, changed into a less dressy shirt that didn't require cufflinks. He'd rolled up his sleeves to the elbow, edges of the fabric as perfectly squared off as he could get them. At some point in the airport, he'd run a hand through his hair, freeing some of it from the gel that kept it in place.
All in all, he's sure they make an interesting trio on the sidewalk outside of the bar. Especially as Dany happily loops an arm in his, her other hand sliding to the small of Eames' back. Overly familiar, overly friendly. Rather than shrug her off though, he allows the contact, oddly comfortable. ]
Yeah, yeah, spare me the lecture. I get it enough. [ Still, his tone is fond. Not as edged and sharp as it could be. Eames and Dany both fall into the category that allows him to banter like this, freely, with no hard feelings.
A cab slows and pulls up the curb and Arthur being the most sober of the three takes it upon himself to give directions. In Spanish.
It's rustier than his French, but it's passable. Opening the door, he gestures for the other two to get in first, just in case they lose their balance on the way down. ]
C'mon, you can spike my coffee at the hotel if you remember.
Oh yes, so gentlemanly I might swoon, [ she says, voice surprisingly sincere. Sadly, that sincerity is lost in the gleam of mischievousness in her eyes. Still, she sends Arthur a sweet smile before she ducks in after Eames, wobbly in her steps, but still able to wiggle into the seat beside him, pressing close so that Arthur can squeeze in, as well.
Of course, assuming Arthur does choose to sit in the back with them, it will prove to be a very tight fit. Which is why she'll push herself onto their laps: rump on Eames' thigh, legs draped across Arthur's lap. Her arm will drape across Eames' shoulder as well, to keep herself steady.
And if he chooses the front seat (which would be terribly boring, Arthur), she'll merely lean back, idly pressing the button to roll down the window. ]
I'll remember. The three of us should celebrate. Not two out of three.
[ It's only through years of practice that Arthur doesn't give in and roll his eyes at Eames. Instead, he simply waits for Dany to wiggle her way into the car, scooting over as much as she can in the back seat. It's looking a bit cramped for the three of them, especially since he's lanky and made up of mostly leg.
But whatever. He can deal. The hotel really isn't that far. So he drops himself into the furthest seat, squeezing in next to Dany and then shutting the car door. Ever the one to follow rules, he buckles in before he fully settles. The car pulls away from the curb, slowly but surely, then down the street to their destination. ]
We'll see.
[ Maybe it's the tightness of the space, but Dany rearranges herself, butt on Eames' lap and her legs stretched across Arthur's. Honestly, it is more comfortable. He sets one hand loosely on her ankle, the other higher up on her knee, keeping her steady. ]
I'll have you know both of you are drinking at least one glass of water when we get to the room.
[ And it really is a short ride, because he can make out the height of the hotel from his window. The streets of Madrid are a maze though, so he wouldn't be surprised if it took longer than anticipated. ]
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Though, for once, Eames isn't in something awful and eye-searing, so he'll count his blessings. Dany has opted for something light and easy to move in. In the right light he can tell there's a gun somewhere on her person. But only because he's looking. Anyone else wouldn't notice– in his mind, she goes up a few notches of respect. As for himself, he's shed his suit jacket and tie, changed into a less dressy shirt that didn't require cufflinks. He'd rolled up his sleeves to the elbow, edges of the fabric as perfectly squared off as he could get them. At some point in the airport, he'd run a hand through his hair, freeing some of it from the gel that kept it in place.
All in all, he's sure they make an interesting trio on the sidewalk outside of the bar. Especially as Dany happily loops an arm in his, her other hand sliding to the small of Eames' back. Overly familiar, overly friendly. Rather than shrug her off though, he allows the contact, oddly comfortable. ]
Yeah, yeah, spare me the lecture. I get it enough. [ Still, his tone is fond. Not as edged and sharp as it could be. Eames and Dany both fall into the category that allows him to banter like this, freely, with no hard feelings.
A cab slows and pulls up the curb and Arthur being the most sober of the three takes it upon himself to give directions. In Spanish.
It's rustier than his French, but it's passable. Opening the door, he gestures for the other two to get in first, just in case they lose their balance on the way down. ]
C'mon, you can spike my coffee at the hotel if you remember.
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And then... he feels the hand at the small of his back and lights up, eyes going to Dany with the most mischievous look he can muster.
Arthur gestures, and Eames gives him a grin.]
Arthur's holding the door for us. Isn't that gentlemanly?
[But he'll go ahead and get in, sliding to the other side. And then he has a thought and grins.]
Will you squeeze in extra tight or does this mean you two get to fight over who gets to sit with me?
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Of course, assuming Arthur does choose to sit in the back with them, it will prove to be a very tight fit. Which is why she'll push herself onto their laps: rump on Eames' thigh, legs draped across Arthur's lap. Her arm will drape across Eames' shoulder as well, to keep herself steady.
And if he chooses the front seat (which would be terribly boring, Arthur), she'll merely lean back, idly pressing the button to roll down the window. ]
I'll remember. The three of us should celebrate. Not two out of three.
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But whatever. He can deal. The hotel really isn't that far. So he drops himself into the furthest seat, squeezing in next to Dany and then shutting the car door. Ever the one to follow rules, he buckles in before he fully settles. The car pulls away from the curb, slowly but surely, then down the street to their destination. ]
We'll see.
[ Maybe it's the tightness of the space, but Dany rearranges herself, butt on Eames' lap and her legs stretched across Arthur's. Honestly, it is more comfortable. He sets one hand loosely on her ankle, the other higher up on her knee, keeping her steady. ]
I'll have you know both of you are drinking at least one glass of water when we get to the room.
[ And it really is a short ride, because he can make out the height of the hotel from his window. The streets of Madrid are a maze though, so he wouldn't be surprised if it took longer than anticipated. ]