'No. Absolutely not.'

'What's wrong with it?'

Max held his arms up and twirled.

'You look like big bird shaved for an anaesthetic. Your shirt and trousers don't even match.'

Max looked offended.

'It's a similar shade, look.'

Miranda sighed, pointed out that the clashing fabrics did not look presentable. Yellow for fucks sake.

'You cannot go to the party dressed like that.'

'May I remind you that I am locked out of home until Carmen gets back. I'm sure the cruise ship will understand.'

'Inés won't' she stated, playing her triumph card. He stopped to consider the impact of their boss's cold rage should anyone show her up on the work event of the year. Miranda held out her hand for his credit card. He obviously had no choice but to let her shop for him. He sighed as he took out his phone to send her his measurements.

'No stripes' he called after her. Roberto had sniggered at him the last time he wore stripes. Said that he looked like an overgrown English school boy. Mac counted on Miranda finding him something distinctly unfancy. Serviceable without flair. She muttered something he couldn't hear and strode off.

What he was handed after two hours, was a suit that matched the colour of his eyes and a white shirt. He nodded, impressed that she had chosen well. Her own suit was sage green and she was wearing heels. Inés couldn't be disappointed, they scrubbed up well. They drew admiring glances as they made their way to the marina, Max basking in the attention but then they saw Roberto and it went downhill from there.

'Play us a song' he smirked as he passed by, nodding to the piano.

'Eh?'

'Are you going to sing later?' Pressed Luisa, mildly inconvenienced by the lack of wheels attached to her feet.

Max frowned at her.

'Why…?'

'Elton, over here' heckled some guy they thought worked in security. Max and Miranda turned around but there was nobody there. They looked at each other, wracking their brains.

'Who the hell is Elton?'

Inés approached her most annoying detectives with raised eyebrows.

'The bartender promises you a free drink.'

They looked over at the bar.

'And his number' she smirked, holding it out. Miranda raised her eyebrows but the scrap of paper was folded into Max's hand.

'Er, what?'

'You're going to be popular tonight.'

'I usually am' he preened. Miranda rolled her eyes. 'But why tonight?'

Inés took out her phone and showed them a picture of the uncanny likeness that everyone had observed. Max swore and looked daggers at Miranda.

'What?' She said defensively.

'Look at it!'

She looked. Perhaps now was not the time to point out that Max looked better in the baby blue suit. And his shirt was not as elaborate.

'How was I supposed to know the outfit was a dead ringer for Elton John?'

'He's British! You must have known.'

'Let me call his personal designer and ask him what he has left in his wardrobe that I can't find in the shops' said Miranda sarcastically.

Inés did not hide her glee when she saw the idiots start to bicker. Her idiots. What a fun start to the evening.