After showering, applying her makeup and doing her hair Alex exits the bathroom wrapped in another towel and sees Bobby sitting on the edge of the bed staring at a travel brochure. "What are you reading?"
"Oh just a tourist guide. Kinda makes me wish we had more time to just...tour." Bobby closes it. He looks up and grins when he sees Alex's attire.
"Don't even think about it, Robert Goren! It's your turn for the shower. I'm getting dressed.." Alex, practically, growls at him. "You better hurry up. Its already six-fifteen!"
Bobby glances at his watch. "You're right." He gets up and grabs his tuxedo and heads into the bathroom shutting the door.
Alex quickly changes into her gown and once she knows Bobby is fully into his cleansing ritual she gives a small smile. "Its payback time, Bobby Goren." She says as she slowly turns the knob of the bathroom door. Tiptoeing into the bathroom she quietly kneels and picks up his clothes off the floor and throws the tuxedo over her arm. For added measure she grabs the last two towels from the rack and heads to the door. Just as she gets to the door she stops in her tracks as she hears Bobby singing. She cringes as she hears him sing Jailhouse Rock by Elvis Presley. She exits the bathroom with her bounty and shuts the door. Tossing everything onto the bed she crosses the room to look in the mirror. She gently pats her hair in place and opens a drawer to take out a black and silver evening bag. She drops a lipstick, compact and a pack of Kleenex into it before reaching for her weapon on the dresser. Her hand hits wood as she grabs for it. Frowning she picks up anything that could have been covering it. She drops to her knees and crawls along the floor to look to see if it has fallen from the dresser, which it hasn't. She stands and crossing her arms across her chest she stares at where her weapon had been sitting. She glances at the other end of the piece of furniture to see Bobby's weapon still sitting in it's holster. Just then she hears the water being turned off and grabbing her purse she sits down on the bed and turns on the tv.
All of a sudden a yell comes from the bathroom. "Where the hell are my clothes! EAMES! For Christ's sake, you took the damn towels too!"
Alex bites her lip in an attempt not to laugh.
Just then the bathroom door cracks open and Bobby sticks his shampooed head out the door. "Very funny, Eames, now give me a towel so I can dry off."
"Come and get it." Says Alex, holding the towel out in front of her.
"You know I can't." Says Bobby.
"You can't or won't?" Alex goads. "Whats fair is fair, Bobby dear."
"I didn't see anything, I swear, Eames. Now just give me the damn towel!" Says Bobby shutting his eyes a moment in impatience.
"You saw my tattoo." Alex points out. "I say you probably saw my ass too."
"Okay, so I saw your ass. So what?" Bobby grumbles. "And the tattoo was cute."
"I'm glad you think that way, now come and get your towel before you catch a cold." Alex says, slyly, while glancing at her watch. "Wow, its already six-forty. Time really flies." The towel still hangs from her hand.
"I never knew you were such a tease, Eames." Bobby says, as he opens the door. Holding his hand over his private area he takes a couple of steps out of the bathroom. "Okay, you've had your fun, now give...me...the...towel."
"Um, come a little closer." Alex purrs, trying hard not to laugh.
Bobby purses his lips in annoyance and takes a couple more steps. "This is not funny, Eames. This is humiliating"
"Okay, Bobby, I wouldn't want you to feel humiliated." Alex glances at the towel in her hand. "Here, catch!"
Throwing the towel in Bobby's face he reflexively reaches for it, thus forgetting to cover himself. Snapping the towel he wraps it around himself in a huff and heads to the bathroom.
"Bobby? Don't forget your tuxedo." Alex says, sweetly.
He pauses for a moment and then turns to walk over to the bed. Bobby grabs the tuxedo. "You're lucky I don't want to screw this whole thing up, Eame,s or we wouldn't be going to this banquet tonight. We'd be doing other things." He walks back into the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later he exits and slips on his dress shoes.
Alex walks up to him. "I'm sorry, Bobby, for teasing you. I wasn't very nice was I?" She wraps her arms around his neck.
"No, I guess I deserved it." Bobby places a kiss on the end of her nose. "Do you know how incredibly beautiful you look tonight?" He assesses her black dress and silver strapped shoes. "Every guy there is going to think that Bobby Goren really made out all right."
"You aren't so bad yourself." She squeezing his shoulders before running her arms down his arms. "I think we need to attend more official events. I don't get to see you in a tux too often and I think I like it." Alex smiles
Bobby chuckles as he pulls away from her."Come on, lets go." He says as he takes her hand. Leading her to the door he reaches for the knob. He frowns as he notices its unlocked. "Did you go out?"
"No. But I found something disturbing that I should have told you earlier. My gun is missing." Alex says.
"What?" Bobby asks.
"I set it right there." Alex points to the far end of the dresser. "It's not there now."
"Did you look behind the dresser and under all this stuff?" Bobby asks, walking toward the dresser. He picks up stuff and tosses it aside as he looks for the gun.
Alex frowns. "I already did that."
"This is not good. I wasn't anticipating anything happening tonight that would require me to wear my weapon, but now I think I should." Bobby peels off his jacket and reaches into his drawer to pull his shoulder holder out. Putting it on he inserts his own gun into it and then puts his jacket back on. Buttoning it up he reaches for Alex's hand and they walk into the living room.
Terry is sitting on the couch again in a bright red gown. The neckline is cut to, practically, her stomach.
Alex glares at the haughty woman. "Where is Charlie?" Alex asks as Terry smiles at Bobby.
"He still doesn't feel well." Says Terry. "He says for me to go with you guys."
"Maybe we should check in on him." Bobby replies, giving Terry a suspicious look.
"No, he is sleeping. I wouldn't want to wake him." Terry says, getting up and slipping her hand through Bobby's arm. "He just wants to rest. Oh, this for you Alice." Terry says, casually reaching for a clear florist's box that rests on the coffee table.
"It's Alex." Alex replies in a strained voice. She reaches for the box, but Bobby takes out of her hand.
Bobby pulls his arm away from Terry, with a glare, as he opens it. "Allow me." He says, as he opens the plastic band on the corsage made of white roses and baby's breath. He holds it open as Alex slips her hand into it and then clasps it for her.
"Bobby, is this from you?" Alex asks, with a grin on her face.
"Yeah." Bobby says, sheepishly.
"That is so sentimental of you." Alex says, as she leans up and to kiss his cheek.
Bobby turns his head at the last moment so she kisses him on the mouth instead.
Alex pulls away after a moment to see Terry giving her a death look.
"Come on, we've got places to go and people to do." Terry says, tucking her arm through Bobby's again.
Bobby shrugs as Alex purses her lips at him in annoyance. Wrapping his arm around Alex's waist the three of them head to the elevator.