"For the grand finale-" and by now Alex has absolutely no doubt that whatever it is, it will be grand "-Evening wear is recommended." Sara almost has to shout to make herself heard over the noise of Nate and Ray, who are still excitedly discussing the amusement park. "Listen when I'm speaking." She says, slapping them both over the head good-naturedly. They nod like scolded little boys, before running of into the corridor, trying to get the other in a headlock. Alex catches Amaya smiling softly, and thinks that whatever it is that's going on between Nate and her, it will be alright. At least Alex hopes so; she hasn't had much of a chance to talk to the raven-haired heroine, but from what she's seen she's sure they'll get along.
"To the clothes fabricator?" Alex predicts with resignation in her voice. "To the clothes fabricator!" Sara confirms with much more enthusiasm. "C'mon, Danvers. Get rid of that attitude. I promise you it'll be a night you'll never forget!" Now it's Alex' turn to raise her eyebrows. "Get your mind out of the gutter! I would never say something like that." She feigns outrage for a second, before they both crack up laughing. "Okay, fine. I would. But this really is going to be fun!" Alex doesn't bother pointing out that this could still be considered flirting.
"Okay, I don't want you to see these clothes before we're there. So you're going to put on this." From out of nowhere, Sara produces a blindfold. Alex can't help but raise her eyebrows again. "You want me to put that on and then you're going to dress me?" She says sceptically. "You know that I've already seen you without your clothes on." Sara points out. "Besides, I just want it to be a surprise. I can get Amaya to help you dress if you'd like." Alex shakes her head resignedly. "No, it's fine." She takes the blindfold and puts it over her head. What the blonde is saying makes sense, and besides, everyone at the DEO has seen her in her underwear as well. She's not ashamed of her body.
It becomes clear that Sara is putting a dress on her, although she has no idea what kind. She jumps slightly when soft hands touch her hair, but then relaxes as she feels Sara start to braid it. She had no idea the blonde could braid, let alone this gently. She's almost disappointed when Sara removes her hands from her hair and proclaims her ready.
Sara, who has apparently managed to dress herself as well in the short time they've been in the fabricator room, guides her towards the cargo door. She hears someone wolf-whistle as they approach, and decides that it has to be Mick. "I still don't get why you had to blindfold her." Amaya says with a hint of scepticism in her voice. "I just wanted it to be a surprise!" "Well, you do look beautiful." Amaya points out, and Alex blushes slightly. Now she's really curious to see what she's wearing.
They get off the ship, and Alex has to rely on her other senses to figure out where they are. She can smell burning coal, as well as car exhausts. In the distance, she hears laughter and clinking glasses. "Can I see now?" She asks Sara. "Yes, I think you should take the blindfold of. Before people start to think you're holding her against her will." Zari says pointedly. Alex can almost hear Sara rolling her eyes, but a second later the blonde is removing the blindfold from her head. The first thing she sees is the assassin herself. She's wearing a light, almost skin-toned dress, which ends a bit before her knees and clings to her figure tightly. She thinks for a second that they're back in the twenty-first century, but the large amount of beading and embroidery which looks almost handmade suggests that they are in fact not in their own time period. Alex' suspicions are confirmed when she looks at Sara's hair, done up in extravagant curls which are pinned back with heart-shaped crystals. This can only be one time period. "Are we in the Roaring Twenties?" Sara nods. "Got it in one!" Alex has to admit this counts as grand. She was never particularly intrigued by the age, with too much flourish and too little thinking in her opinion. But now that she's here, she can't really help but feel a little excited.
She looks around at the rest of the crew. The men are all wearing suits, while Amaya and Zari look gorgeous silvery gowns which glitter under the streetlight. Amaya smiles broadly as she sees her looking, then gestures back towards the Waverider. "Come on, check out your dress!" Alex swings around to look at her reflection in the shining metal of the ship. She can't help but gasp. She's wearing a dress that is slightly more conservative than Sara's in style, but it makes up for it with its extravagant colour. She's wearing a floor-length bright fuchsia dress, which tightens around her waist before widening to cascade to the floor like a waterfall made of fabric. Like Sara's dress, hers has beading on the bodice. When she looks closely, she can vaguely discern the symbol of the house of El. She smiles, thinking of her sister. Then she looks over at Sara's dress again, to see if she can find any images in the beading there as well. She laughs when she spots two small canaries made of glittering yellow crystals.
"So, what do you think of the dress?" Ray asks excitedly, apparently not able to wait any longer for her reaction. "I love it!" She exclaims. Sara raises her eyebrows almost imperceptibly at her word-use. Alex just shrugs. She doesn't usually use such language to describe clothes; it makes her feel a little like a silly teenager. But she can't help it; the dress is just too beautiful. She's also in awe of her hairdo: Sara has managed to create a wondrous set of intricate braids interlaced with beads that match the dress, despite her short hair.
"So, do you have any plans for our time here? I can't look this gorgeous and not go anywhere." Alex says cheekily. Sara laughs, a loud, unrestrained laugh. She's clearly caught off guard by Alex' comment. "I didn't know you had it in you, Danvers!"
"Yes, she does have plans." Amaya answers for Sara helpfully. "We're going dancing!" While Alex is eager to see the extravaganza of a 1920s dance, she is not all too eager for the dancing itself. She's never really been that good at it, and for some reason she suspects that Sara Lance with her perfect coordination is not afraid to get out on the dancefloor and show some moves.
"We've been to this time period before." Mick says sourly. "It sucks. No alcohol." Alex had completely forgotten about prohibition, until Mick mentioned it. She isnn't all too happy about that either; if she has to get out on the dancefloor, she would like some liquid courage. Besides, dancing and drinking just go together well. Everyone knows that.
Suddenly she looks over at Sara, who is ignoring her gaze studiously. She wouldn't have! But Alex now feels certain that Sara isn't quite as okay with Alex' drinking as it had previously seemed. Rationally, she knows the blonde is right. Alcohol is not a good coping mechanism by any means, and Sara is just trying to help her avoid it. But she still can't help but feel a little insulted at the woman's interference.
After fifteen minutes of walking (which Alex due to her insanely high heels is definitely not enjoying) they get to a nightclub. Even for the twenties, the place looks incredibly fancy. Sara once again flashes a card at the doorman, and they are led inside immediately. Alex is awed by the decorations surrounding her. All the chairs and tables are made of ornately carved wood, and there are real glass chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The other people who are milling about are dressed exquisitely. The only thing which bothers Alex is the cigarette smoke hanging in the air; the 'no smoking inside' rule does clearly not exist just yet.
The Legends get themselves a table near the back of the room, private enough that they can talk without anyone overhearing them, but close enough to the dancefloor that they can see everything that is going on. "Care to dance?" Sara says, extending an arm to Alex. "No, thank you." Alex declines politely. She doesn't feel like making a fool of herself just yet. Sara just shrugs, and walks over to Amaya instead. Alex is surprised at the wide grin which appears on Amaya's face, but soon understands, as the two women are whizzing around on the dancefloor. Sara is swift and strong, leading the dance with confidence, while Amaya follows closely, as elegant as a swan. They are truly a sight to behold, and apparently the rest of the patrons think so as well, because they form a loose circle around the dancefloor, and Alex can hear them gasp in awe every once in a while as Sara performs a particularly daring lift.
She's completely enamoured by the sight, so she almost doesn't notice it when a strange man, dressed in a leather jacket and wearing a leather mask over his eyes, slinks away into the direction of the restrooms. She spins around in that direction. "Zari, did you see that man?" She says, her voice low and worried. Zari shakes her head. "I didn't see anyone, I was too busy looking at those two lunatics." She says, laughing. Then she becomes more serious as she notices the look on Alex' face. "Why, what's wrong?" "I saw a strange man. He didn't look like someone from this time, he was wearing a dark leather mask." Zari looks at her sceptically. "There aren't that many time travellers. And I doubt Damien Darhk goes around wearing leather masks." "I don't know, there was just something off about him." And Alex has been out in the field enough to know that her intuition is usually right. "Can you go see if there is a back door there somewhere? I'm going to look around to see what he was doing here." Zari nods, not doubting Alex' directions despite her slight scepticism. As Zari walks towards the restrooms, Alex makes her way around to the other side of the dancefloor. The people there are all standing still, completely hypnotized by the sight of Sara and Amaya dancing. Even the bartenders have left their spots behind the bar to watch. Alex taps one of them on the shoulder, and he looks at her slightly dazed. "Did you see a strange man walking around here?" "Why, is he bothering you miss?" The bartender says, clearly looking her up and down himself. Alex shudders in contempt. Clearly, he won't be of any help. "No, I was just confused, that's all." She says, smiling sweetly. He shrugs, then turns back to the dancefloor.
She decides to go look behind the abandoned bar, since she saw the man come from that general direction. Perhaps he's dropped something by which they can identify him. If there was ever a man at all, anyway. Alex is starting to doubt what she saw. But what she discovers as she steps behind the bar makes her blood freeze. She recognizes the device attached to the panelled wood of the bar immediately. She doesn't hesitate as she vaults right over the bar onto the dancefloor, almost causing Sara to drop Amaya on the ground from her position in the air. Sara immediately registers the look on Alex' face. "What is it?" She asks. Alex waists no time replying. "We've got a bomb."