#misswin

As fireworks light up the night sky and shouts of Happy New Year fill the air, she presses her lips to the shorter woman's in a kiss that lingers a smidge too long. "Happy New Year, Ms. Oswald," whispered against her lips.

"I thought you'd like going someplace warmer." River's not judging Clara's taste. However... "There are still lights here." She gestures to a palm tree covered in fairy lights. "See."

"Enjoying yourself?" Anyone who's anyone attends the Steele Winter Solstice parties in the 38th century. She holds out a glass of mulled wine. Her voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper. "In roughly two centuries, this place will be a museum." She notices a vase in the distance. That doesn't make it to the museum.

@misswin / accepting

"I'm afraid that he'll be awhile." The pool temperature had been off when she'd arrived, and bless, he just had to fix it right away. Any excuse to tinker. She notes the brunette's leather jacket with a smirk. "I know this great place for anti-grav riding. Twenty tracks and a scenic route that winds its way through the mountains."

“ yeah, i can tell, i guess. ” the snaps of the sticks beneath them are second nature and he feels miniscule, a fish in the ocean of their universe – as he ever does. dragging clara into the equation wasn't exactly something he felt proud of, but now she was here, he might as well get his questions answered. “ this all seems so normal to you. if i were in your shoes, i'd be much more freaked out. uh – why aren't you more freaked out, ms. oswald? ”