Rebecca knew the guys were up to something the moment they made her go shopping for a new evening outfit. Neither Neal nor Mozzie said a single word about what the plan was and the only thing she was sure of was the fact that it couldn't be a new heist or con. It felt good to walk the streets of Buenos Aires without the feeling someone was breathing down her neck ready to push her back into her old life.
They landed in Buenos Aires a week ago and simply used it to catch their breath and discover the local cuisine even if this meant they ended up at the little tapas bar a few minutes away at the end of the day. She strolled through the shopping mile still not sure what exactly she was looking for. Some children stood in front of a store and looked in awe at the skillfully handmade dresses. A second later Rebecca realized those dresses were tango dresses and remembered that people say tango was born in Buenos Aires. With an idea what she would love to do within the next days she entered the shop. She looked around admiring the wonderful dresses when a young woman come to her.
"You found something you like?" she asked with a Spanish accent.
"Not yet. But your dresses are fantastic."
"They are handmade. It's a long family tradition to make these."
"Really? Your family must be proud of you."
"They are. Are you looking for something special?"
"I thought about going out with my fiance the other day and I would love to get one of these wonderful dresses for this."
The young woman thought for a moment and then started to smile.
"I think I have the perfect dress for you."
With a curious raised eyebrow Rebecca followed the woman into a hidden corner of the shop. The dresses there were more delicate and special because of the fabric they were made of. Her gaze fell immediately on a deep red silken neck holder dress with black laced sleeves and the lace went around the whole dress like it was twirled around it. The dress would went down to her ankles and had a slit up high enough it probably would stop right at her hip bones. Rebecca couldn't stop the smug smile from appearing on her face.

"Becca, what takes you so long?" Neal nagged the fifth time in ten minutes.
"You didn't tell me where we are going to now you have to live with me taking long."
"Why?" he almost whined like a toddler shortly before throwing a tantrum.
"Because I need to be prepared for every circumstance."
"But do you need to hide in the bath?"
"Yes, I do."
It knocked and Neal went to open. Mozzie walked into the room with an annoyed air around him.
"What takes you guys so long? I though we wanted to leave …... ten minutes ago!"
"Calm down, Moz. It's only ten minutes." Rebecca yelled through the closed door.
"She is still in the bath?"
"She is. Don't ask." Neal warned his friend.
"Why? She never takes so long."
"You two are to blame." she chuckled and the door went open. Rebecca stepped into the room dressed in the red silken dress with the lace. Her hair was styled in soft waves like Grace Kelly used to wear her hair and she got fitting black high heels. The slit really went from her ankle up to her hips when she moved and the cut out on her backside ended just right above her butt to put emphasis on it. The black laced sleeves went down to her wrists to end in a triangle shape on the back of her hand that got hold in place by a thin ribbon around her middle finger and showed more than it covered. The lace went from her shoulders directly over her breasts from there around her waist in a cross to flow to her back and over her butt with another crossing to go back to her front and cross again at the height of her knees. Her make up was kept simple with emphasis on her eyes. Mozzie stared at her in awe but Neal simply drooled. Rebecca's chuckle made both come back to the present.
"Wow, girl …... you look fantastic." Mozzie found his speech first.
"Thank you, Moz. And what do you think?"
"We will end up in an Argentinian prison because if indecent behavior. Damn you are hot... I mean you are always hot but this should be prohibited."
"You know without the lace and with violet gloves you would look like Jessica Rabbit." Mozzie giggled amused by Neal.
"Really? Oh that's so great. But I think we shouldn't order alcohol tonight." she snickered.
"Why?" Neal asked confused by her. She went over to him and straightened the collar of his white button down shirt.
"Because Roger Rabbit behaved weird after alcohol and you ,my dear, behave like him just now."
"Actually he is more a wolf."
"Not funny, Moz."
"I am utterly sorry, mon frère."
"As long as you don't turn into one of those stupid giggling weasels everything is fine," Rebecca chuckled and leaned onto Neal's shoulder.
"But I think we're ready to leave. We might just be right in time for our dinner reservation."
"Yeah, I get it. We're running late."
Rebecca grabbed her small clutch before they left.

On their way to the restaurant Rebecca got quite confused because people were looking after her.
"Gosh, I shouldn't have bought that dress."
"Why?"
"Don't you see it. People are staring at me."
"They do but only because you look so beautiful. Don't worry."
"I guess I'm not used to go out."
"Yeah, we didn't have much time during the last weeks."
"I know and when they look at me I catch myself thinking maybe they recognize me from somewhere..."
"Becca, your past will be gone soon. We took care of it. You're soon free from whoever Rachel Turner was and what she had done," Neal said and cupped her face with his hands, "We're just here on vacation and we'll have a nice dinner and then we'll go dancing afterwards."
"Okay...," she nodded and smiled.
Neal grabbed behind her and picked a dark red flower out of a garden before he attached it to her hair on the left side what made Rebecca chuckle.
"Now you are perfect." he said.
"I thought I was before."
"You were but now you are really perfect."
"Neal, are you sure you still want to go dancing?" Mozzie asked a bit concerned.
"I am. Why are you asking?"
"I don't know if this is such a good idea..."
"Don't be so pessimistic, Moz."
"I saw your reaction to her."
"Be nice, Mozzie." Rebecca stepped in and nudged him.
"I don't plan to end up in prison because you two have trouble to behave."
"I behave always."
Mozzie threw both a skeptical and suspicious glance. Only a little later they arrived at the restaurant. Neal tried to cover Rebecca's side to make her feel saver and not so exposed like on their way. Non the less a lot of heads turned to her while they were lead to their table. Happy they accepted the menus and had to laugh when Rebecca got big eyes what they served.
"You took me to a steak restaurant?"
"Not only. You know the Argentinian cuisine is known for fantastic BBQ's."
"Damn, I will look like close to giving birth afterwards."
"Maybe you shouldn't eat so much?" Neal teased her.
"No way. You know I can't go past grilled meat."
"What makes me always wonder how you can keep your weight." Mozzie mumbled into his menu.
"Did you say something?"
"No... only studying the menu."
Neal bit his tongue and followed Mozzie's example.
"When do you want to leave?" Rebecca asked coincidentally.
"We only need to switch the room. You see the little hallway right side of you?"
"Yeah?"
"It leads to the dancing hall."
"Means I only need to roll over there."
"I hope you don't eat that much."
"Neal, are you smelling this?" she inquired excited.
"Yes, I do."
"Either you promise me we go here at least one more time or we have to taste ourselves through the whole grilled goods."
"We make a deal. We see how far we come tonight?"
"I will think not far. Have you seen the menu?" Mozzie stated pointing at his menu.
"Not yet."
"We will need at least three night to taste us through the grilled goods."
"I only want the meat. But if I think about it grilled salmon sounds delicious."
"It really does." Mozzie agreed.
"And I thought you two would opt for the steaks." Neal wondered.
"We have plenty of time, mon frère."

Three hours later they have eaten their way through a quarter of the menu and were happy and satisfied. The music from the dancing hall waved over to them for more than an hour. Much to Neal's luck it was more folklore music and nothing that would have give away this night was dedicated to a single dance and music genre.
"What do you think, Becca? Ready to move to the dancing hall or do you need some time after all the grilled goods?"
"Even if I feel like a stuffed Thanksgiving turkey I think we should move."
"For the records from now on I don't know you." Mozzie informed them and went first.
"What was that about?" Rebecca asked confused.
"I have no idea."
Neal got up and held his hand to help her. When they walked down the little hallway her gaze went to a poster that announced a tango night for this night. She stopped and read it again before she squealed and slapped Neal's arm.
"You idiot. Why didn't you tell me it's a tango night?"
"I wanted to surprise you. And I wanted to see your reaction after I saw you in this dress. What made you buy a tango dress?"
"I walked past this shop and I got the idea we could go out dancing tango one night."
"Seems like I was faster."
"Indeed you were. And now I understand Mozzie's reaction."
"Why?"
"We will have a hard time to not end up arrested for indecent behavior."
"Since when are you pessimistic?" he teased her.
"I am realistic. I saw your look all the time."
"My look?"
"Yes, you look like you want to get me out of it as fast as possible."
Neal bent over to her and nibbled on her ear.
"We will see."
They looked for a small table and enjoyed some more wine and the good music. Much to Rebecca's relieve most of the women around where dressed similar to her and no one stared at her anymore. After a while tango music mixed among the folklore music to create a smooth change. Neal could see the urge to move in Rebecca and took her hand smiling flirty.
"Ready to dance?"
"If you keep you hands to yourself." she shot back.
"You know me."
"That's the reason why I reminded you."
He guided her to the dancing area. With rolling eyes Mozzie watched them move through the crowd from a little afar. It surprised him only mildly when they danced like pros and made some locals turn around astonished. For some weird reason Mozzie had to think about the tango scene from "Addams Family" with Gomez and Morticia.
The less it surprised him when he lost sight on them some time later. After what he witnessed he was pretty sure about what was happening right now.

The next morning Rebecca looked into the mirror and asked herself how she should cover all those love bites on her neck. Neal stood behind her with a huge smirk.
"I hope you don't plan to cover them."
"Like I have so much make up." she turned around and chuckled, "You look as bad as me."
"I don't have a problem with it." he shrugged still smiling.
"I know. We should go down and get breakfast. I am starving."
"See, I told you a hotel wouldn't be bad."
"No it's perfect." Rebecca pulled him with her to the dinning room. Mozzie already sat there sipping on his coffee. They took a seat at his table.
"Good morning you too. I hope this precious dress is still in one piece." Mozzie chuckled.
"It is..." she said a slightly embarrassed.
"Good to know. Good thing we took a hotel this time."
"Am I the only one who doesn't care about that?" Neal asked wondering.
"It seems like this and now get me coffee." Rebecca laughed and pushed him towards the buffet.