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[That's the kind of answer Skye was hoping for, but she tries to play it off anyway.]

Good to know.

[Heading back over to their table, Skye grabs her coat to put on. Even if the walk back to her house was maybe 10-15 minutes, it was freezing outside. Even though Skye knew the answer, she still thought it would be better to confirm that Clara was okay with how this night was probably going to go. Grabbing her coat for her, Skye hands it to her once she was close enough.]

You're cool with going back to my place?

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I'm absolutely cool.

[She slips on her leather jacket, and fishes the matching gloves out of the pockets.]

Can't be my place, anyway. I've got an annoying roommate.

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[Tongue pressing against the inside of her cheek as she fights back a smile at Clara jokingly mocking her, Skye fixes the hood of her coat as she catches sight of the helmet still on the chair beside where Clara had taken a seat.]

Right, you mentioned your best friend showing up.

[Putting her own gloves on, Skye waits for Clara before she starts to head out the door.]

You've got a spare helmet with you?

[As if she really cared. It wasn't the first time Skye had been on the back of a motorcycle, but it didn't make it any less exciting.]

[ohshutup]

Nah, you can take this one.

[The black and white helmet gets tossed Skye's way as Clara backs out of the front door, the streetlamp haloing her in orange.]

I'm less breakable than you.

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[Fumbling to catch the helmet, Skye looks at Clara incredulously. She still doesn't know her that well, but it's already been made pretty clear that Clara was rather reckless and honestly? Skye was into it because she was very much the same way.]

Whatever you say.

[Adjusting the straps of the helmet quickly, Skye snaps it on and waits for Clara to mount the bike before getting on as well.]

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[Pleased with Skye's (somewhat surprising) acceptance, Clara climbs on and gestures with a head-tilt for her passenger to follow.]

Hold on tight.

[And once she's sure Skye's settled, she revs up the bike and takes off towards Allison Road.]

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[As if Skye had to be told twice. Wrapping her arms around Clara's waist, her grip tightened a little at the engine revved up. The time it took back to Skye's was considerably faster than walking, but also a lot colder. Once they pull up to the road Skye lives on, she points out which house is hers.

Getting off the bike once it was off, Skye laughs as she takes off the helmet.]

I need to get one of those.

[As if Skye knew how to ride one.]

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Well, I'm in full support, obviously.

[She climbs off, and looks up at Skye's little house.]

Cute place.

[It's genuine and reverent; her own cottage looks like actual garbage in comparison.]

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I mean, it's pretty plain, but thanks.

[Digging into the pocket of her coat, Skye pulls out the keys to her house and looks over to Clara with a huge smile on her face.]

Cute hair.

[Obviously it's sarcasm because Clara's hair is completely windblown. Reaching over Skye tries to fix it quickly.]

[ohshutup]

[Clara smiles - a quiet, secret smile, like she's waiting for something - and watches as Skye unlocks the front door. The second the other girl's back is turned, stepping over the threshold, Clara reaches up and musses her hair to match.]

Yours, too. [Then, because she's an absolute nightmare of a person, Clara adds, ] Bet I can get it even cuter.

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[Clara really knows how to lay it on thick, and yet somehow it works for her. Turning around to face Clara after shutting the door, Skye isn't sure if she should make the first move or not. Not that she would admit it, but it's been a while since she's been with anyone, and even longer since she's been with someone for the first time.

Taking off her coat was probably a good first step though, right? Hanging it up on the coat rack, Skye can feel her confidence deflating just a little bit.]

I don't have a lot in the house, but do you want a drink?

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Only if you do.

[Clara follows her host's example, sliding her jacket onto a hook.]

Anything but whiskey is fine.

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Damn. That's all I have.

[And that's a total lie. Smiling at her own, possibly terrible, joke, Skye nods her head in the direction of the kitchen.]

I have beer and vodka.

[ohshutup]

Vodka.

[Feigning a dramatic exasperated, Clara toes off her boots and follows.]

Wow. [Her eyes widen when more of the house comes into view, namely that glorious kitchen.] Alright, I'm officially jealous.

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You want it straight, on the rocks, or mixed? I have coke.

[Some of the shelves are completely empty, but she's pretty happy with how she's managed to organize what little she has.]

If it makes you feel better, I barely cook in here. The house just came like this.

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Certainly not straight, [Clara jokes, eyes still on the cabinets, bright and envying. When she turns back to Skye, it's with a laugh at her own joke.] Mixed. Coke's fine.

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Okay, even you have to admit that was pretty lame.

[Skye still laughs in spite of herself. Grabbing two glasses from one of the cabinets, Skye sets them and the vodka down and gets the coke out of the fridge to mix them both drinks. She's still feeling pretty buzzed from earlier, although the ride back home had definitely sobered her up a little.]

Why do I suddenly feel like I have competition?

[Skye had noticed the way she was looking at her cabinets so of course, she has to call her out on it.]

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You've found me out. [Clara leans back against the countertop, fingers running over the edges.] I'm just using you to get to your kitchen

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Well if you can tear yourself away, I figured we could go sit in the living room.

[Skye had recently gotten one of the flat screen TVs at Stacy's, which did look a bit out of place with most of the decor in her house, but it was nice to actually own a TV.]

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I'd love to.

[There's a flirtatious edge to it, but she's nothing if not perpetually polite.]

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[Nodding her head in the direction of the living room, Skye grabs the drinks and heads over to the couch. The living room is pretty sparse, but she kind of likes it that way. Skye was never able to have clutter because she was always moving to different places. Once Clara is sitting down she hands over her drink.

In all honesty, Skye isn't sure what to say. Which is a rarity because she usually never shuts up.]

[ohshutup]

[Clara's apartment back home was filled with clutter. Photos, knick knacks, odds and ends from her hectic life and all of her travels, scattered on every shelf. She had stashed a few of them away on her TARDIS, things she knew her family wouldn't notice missing and wonder about, but she still misses the comfort of having her life spread out around her. As frequently as she travels, she's still a bit of a nester.

Taking the drink from Skye, Clara makes herself comfortable - or at least, politely comfortable. She leans back and crosses her legs at the knee, dress riding up to show more of her black tights. Taking a sip of her drink (and not even grimacing this time) she smiles over at Skye.]

At the risk of making this cheesy, you're really just as stunning as your cabinets.

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[Eyes widening at the line Clara just gave her, Skye can't help but laugh in response.]

That was pretty cheesy.

[And yet again, it works. Somehow. Turning so she was facing Clara a bit more, Skye takes a sip of her drink before resting it against her lap, smiling sincerely at her.]

I'm glad you asked me to go out tonight. I needed this more than I'm probably willing to admit.

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I'm glad you said yes.

[Her voice is polite as usual, almost proper, but there's a growing heat behind it, in heavy-lidded eyes and the subtle angle of her body. Of course she'll sit here on the couch as long as Skye wants to, gladly sipping questionable liquor and enjoying the company, but her skin itches to see what comes next.]

... Especially after I insulted coffee.

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Well, now you just ruined a perfectly good evening by bringing that up.

[Skye truly enjoys the stupid back and forth banter they can have, while both of them know just how stupid it is. Taking another sip of her drink, Skye's nose wrinkles up.]

That really is awful.

[Not that most of the alcohol here was that great. Leaning forward to place her glass on the table, Skye then sits up a bit straighter.]

I haven't really had the chance to show off what I've done with the rest of my place. You want a tour?