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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Date: 2017-10-23 12:19 am (UTC)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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Date: 2017-10-25 05:46 am (UTC)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. ]