Destiny Drabbles

"It will be fun, trust me."

Summary 

Day 1 of the Fictober challenge I didn't finish. 

Cayde plans a party. Ikora and Zavala are suspicious.

Ikora had always been skeptic of Cayde-led outings. The outing itself wasn't out of the ordinary—their guardian team was celebrating a victory, the city was secure, the consensus wasn't arguing like there was no tomorrow, all was well. Still, as she followed an excited looking Cayde, dressed in an expensive suit—of his own will this time—she knew something was up. Zavala, dressed in his own suit as well as a heavy coat and a scarf of his own making, seemed suspicious as well.

She eyed the commander at her side, holding onto his arm as she tucked her body against his, desperate to block out the chill making her shudder, even through her own long coat. He met her eyes with his glowing blue ones, giving her a small smile. The warmth in it was infectious enough that she even smiled back, just a little.

"I don't trust him either." He told her, leaning close enough to speak into her ear.

"Where do you think he's taking us?" She asked him, returning her gaze to the cobbled street below them as her heel slipped on an icy stone. Zavala was quick to steady her, and she thanked him and looked to Cayde, still strolling a ways ahead of them.

"No idea." Zavala told her after a moment. "Hopefully somewhere warm." He told her, just as a heavy gust of wind blew them hard enough to make them nearly stumble.

"Yes." Ikora agreed, adjusting her scarf to pull it over her head before wrapping the remaining cloth around her neck. "Somewhere warm would be nice." She agreed.

"Cayde?" Zavala called up to the Hunter ahead of them, who turned to look back at them with his usual grin. "I hope your mystery dinner location is somewhere close by. Ikora and I don't exactly have built in heaters like you."

"I'd call that a biological failure on your part, but don't worry." Cayde told them, "Our place is close by, I promise."

He dropped back to walk on Ikora's other side, and she linked his arm through her free one, effectively sandwiching herself between the warmth of the two Vanguards. They walked together for a few more minutes, weaving their way through a part of the city designed to look old. The streets were restricted to pedestrian traffic only, the paths below them made of uneven cobblestones that were slick with ice in the rapidly setting winter. Shops and pubs lined the streets around them, already decorated for the coming Dawning season. Civilians bundled up in warm coats and hats passed them, ducking from shop to shop or hurrying home after eating out. Many of them greeted them as they passed, the three Vanguards elegantly accepting their thanks and praises.

When they finally arrived at their destination, Ikora's toes were numb, and she was seriously questioning Cayde's request that they come dressed in formal attire. Her mild discomfort only grew as they came to a stop before a club Cayde frequented, a Hunter's lounge. Even from the outside of the thin, brick building, she could hear the heavy bass and loud music vibrating through her torso, and she and Zavala fixed him with a nearly identical frown.

"It will be fun, trust me." Was all he said, flashing them another grin. He detached himself from Ikora, and though she was mad at him, she couldn't help but grieve the loss of warmth. "C'mon." He said, approaching the door.