The sight in room 823 in The Palomar was one to behold. A girl dressed in a grey jumpsuit and flip flops was securing her short hair into little buns on the top of her head. She glanced at the bathroom door's reflection in the mirror, then at her phone.
"Doug, c'mon we need to get going we're already an hour late to the con and I don't want to miss the Doctor Who panel." A muffled sound came from the door before it opened to reveal a man about 30 years old dressed in slacks, a white button down shirt and a vest buttoned up almost to the neck.
"Claude, really, I mean I wear suits all the time. This isn't cosplaying for me." He leans over to grab his shoes while she pulls bobby pins out of her lips grip.
"You said I got to pick as long as you agreed with me. And you did you said "Oh Claudia what a great, intelligent, nerdy idea." He rolled his eyes at her.
"Really I said that?" She smiles at him before heading to the closet in their suite.
"Well not in so many words… but still you agreed." Fargo stares at her bent over in the closet. He zones out for a minute. "Doug?"
"Huh, well that was because I thought we'd be like Mal and Inara." She stands up and pulls out an umbrella and an oriental jacket. Then she just started giggling.
"Us, Mal and Inara?" He nods. "I couldn't be Inara unless I was Princess Claudia," She shoots him a look, and he rubs his neck "and you just aren't a Mal in any conceivable notion, besides Kaylee and Simon are the two best characters, and I mean their basically us." She walks over to where he was sitting and put her head on his shoulder or attempted to but the buns were in the way and so she settled to lean one of them against his shoulder.
"You do have lovely hair." She smiles up at him and kisses him, he starts leaning back but she pulls her lips away.
"Onward to the con!" He groans but slides his phone, room key and follows after her