Claudia felt her balance falter as the board gave another burst of speed and her feet lost their stance. She braced herself for the fall, but felt arms wrap around her before tumbling to the floor. Fargo grunted as he took the brunt of the fall, but landed at an angle that caused pain to run up her arm as her elbow struck tile. Propping herself up on the offending elbow, she peered down at Doug, who had a grimace on his face and crooked glasses.
"You okay?"
Before Fargo could respond, Claudia lifted a hand and carefully adjusted his glasses, her touch ghosting over his skin as she hooked the earpiece into place. Not trusting his voice, he swallowed and nodded. She was smiling down at him with her palm resting above his collarbone when movement caught her attention and the amusement fled her face. She quickly tucked her head against his shoulder as the lit up hover board zoomed by above them, close enough to lift Claudia's hair and fan it across his face.
"C'mon!" Fargo scrambled to his feet, tugging Claudia behind him in a crouch towards the door. He could hear the board crashing around the room and risked a glance over his shoulder, only to see that it was once again headed in their direction. The board ricocheted off a table, and crashed into the control panel next to the door in a shower of sparks. Fargo rushed to the now melting panel as Claudia used the pad of her hand to bang on the silver door.
"No no no no - ah!" The control panel protested Fargo's prodding with a zap and a puff of smoke.
"Not that I'm not enjoying this little adventure, but I'd really like -" Claudia ducked with a gasp, then shot Fargo a glare, "to get the hell out of here!"
"The door's controls are toast, and unless you want to try to catch that thing," Doug indicated to the board as it sent glass bottle flying off a table to shatter across the floor with a sizzle, "we're going to have to wait it out until it runs out of juice."
With a growl of frustration, Claudia grabbed his hand and pulled him towards a small door that was partially hidden by the lab coats hanging on the wall next to it. Wrenching it open by the knob, she shoved Fargo in before slamming the door behind her, effectively eliminating the light from the small room. They were both silent for a moment as they stood in the dark, listening to the hover board destroying the lab. Running a hand along the wall, Claudia found a switch and flipped it. Fargo sucked in a breath as she appeared in front of him, close enough that he watched as her pupils retracted with the sudden light. Claudia broke eye contact first with a smirk, ignoring the heat in her cheeks, and took in their surroundings. Realizing he was still in her personal space, Fargo took a step back and jammed his hands into his pockets.
"So Director Doug," Drawing out his name, Claudia brushed past him and began rummaging through the shelves that ran along the perimeter of the walls, "We're stuck in a supply closet until the skate board of doom calls it quits. Whatever shall we do?"
Looking over her shoulder, she waggled her eyebrows at him as he gaped at her with wide eyes. His mouth opened to respond, and snapped shut as words failed to form. Turning, Claudia sauntered over to him, stopping only when their toes were touching. She quirked an eyebrow and leaned close.
"Do you.. get a signal in here?" She patted her pockets for effect, "I seem to have left my phone in my bag. On the table. In the lab."
Fargo stared at her with his head cocked to the side for a beat. When her words sunk in, his mouth formed an 'O' and his hands delved into his jacket pockets searching for his PDA.
"I had hot spots installed all over GD, just for these occasions. I should get a signal in every room. Ah hah!" Displaying his phone triumphantly, he unlocked the screen and promptly frowned, "Except for this closet, apparently."
"Well, I don't know about you," As Claudia started tugging at the zipper of her black hooded jacket, Doug was very aware of every tooth that came unzipped, "But it is warm in here. Might as well get comfortable."
After folding the jacket, she dropped it onto the floor next to the door and gestured for Fargo to do the same on the opposite side of the closet. When both jackets were on the floor, Claudia planted herself on top of hers, using it as a cushion. There was just enough room in the closet for the two of them to sit with their legs stretched out to the side of each other, so their feet rested next to the others' knees.
"Doug. Douglas. Dougie," Claudia settled against the door and loosely crossed her arms over her chest with a smile, "Tell me something I don't know about yourself."
"Let's see.." Fargo tapped his chin in thought, "There was this time I was turned green during a bowling competition.."