A Night on the Town- dancing with the Master, Simon, and River
The weather on this particular night was properly miserable and English; chilly and wet, with rain that couldn't quite decide whether it wanted to fall or not. It was the kind of weather, in fact, that made Bertie very glad indeed that he was currently lounging about inside his warm and comfortable flat with a w and s in one hand and a lazily
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As soon as they landed, the Master leaped from his console and began to preen himself one last time. He was feeling quite impish today, though whether he was looking forward to the dancing or to Bertie was anyone's guess. He was dressed in a pinstriped swallowtail suit; perhaps again too formal, but he was never one to be sloppy.
He combed his fingers through his hair and nodded to Simon. "Now then, this is 1920's England, so you'd better not stick out too much. Stay vague. Let others finish the sentences they want you to say. And for Rassilon's sake, Simon, if you're going to drink try not to get pissed."
He tapped on the door of his living quarters, where he had sent River to dress. "Are you ready, luv?"
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Dress didn't have fringe, but it was easy to move in. Flowing skirt, a tied up neck to hold the front, was nice even if it left her back out. Still considering her reflection, River lifted one leg and held tight to her ankle, extending it up and over her head as the skirt fell back to show those black shorts of hers. Freedom of movement was important for dancing.
Eyes made their way from the mirror to the foot above her head. Shoes were satisfactory, if impractical, and she dropped the worry of them as she let her leg fall back down.
Shi. "Am ready."
With that she stepped out, fidgeting now with the scarf tied loosely around her neck.
"My back is cold," she said, tiny little smile tugging at the corners of her
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Simon had to hold back a glare when he said it, re-adjusting his cuff links on his period-appropriate suit for a third time. Now would not be the best time to make someone angry, considering he didn't exactly know where he was, or when, or in which universe.
He really needed to talk with River about not telling people that story...
When she stepped out, though, he only smiled. She looked the way she should look if they were home, if things had been different. Going to a party for their parent's friends or some other pointless social function. She was his little sister, all put together and smiling.
"You look wonderful, mei mei."
He walked over to her and kissed the top of her head, the proud older brother again. Simon looked over at Saxon, then, and raised an eyebrow. "Should we be going?"
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He blinked and nodded curtly. "O-oh. Yes, right." He hurried inside his quarters and pulled three umbrellas out of his closet.
"It's raining out, as I expected. Official weather of England, this, but we wouldn't want River's dress to get soggy would we?"
He handed an umbrella to each of them, and grinned at River. "You look lovely, just as I knew you would."
He fairly scampered out the door. "We don't want to be late," he called over his shoulder.
The ASREV had been disguised as a large fruit truck, something that made the Master laugh out loud. He helped River down and, once they were all out, made his way to Bertie's flat...
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