[center][h2][color=mediumpurple]Rhylaen[/color][/h2][/center]

Rhylaen had [i]not[/i] gotten the impression that this steak dinner party was a fancy affair, so when she turned up, shortly after Aurora, she was wearing standard civilian clothes: a green halter top and jeans.  Nor did she immediately realize that she was underdressed.  Instead, she looked around the room, impressed by how it had been decorated.  Tablecloths, fancy dishes, real candles -- even music.  She took a seat by Aurora with a wide smile.  [color=mediumpurple]"Hello!"[/color] she said, greeting the two people already present.  [color=mediumpurple]"Look good."[/color]  She paused, comprehension dawning.  [color=mediumpurple]"I...."[/color]  She frowned, looking briefly stymied.  [color=mediumpurple]"Not...good?"[/color]  The words she needed weren't in her Galactic Standard vocabulary.  But the moment quickly passed.  It was what it was.  She had worn what she had worn, and there wasn't really time to change now.

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[center][h2][color=lightskyblue]Sparks[/color][/h2][/center]

Sparks took a hot shower after the debriefing was over.  Yes it had been a fight in VR, but he'd exerted himself all the same.  And besides, if Arrish was treating the group to dinner, he ought to dress up -- and that meant starting with being nice and clean.  Once he'd washed, he also shaved, and then he put on a suit.  It was a simple outfit, black slacks and a white collared shirt, with a black jacket.  Simple, but classic.

It was also the nicest thing he had with him.

When he arrived at the cafeteria, the place had been utterly transformed.  His jaw dropped briefly.  Arrish really had gone all out -- but where was the man?  Three of the other pilots were already seated, so Sparks joined them with a nod hello.  [color=lightskyblue]"Good evening, ladies."[/color]