call_me_chas (call_me_chas) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2008-02-10 16:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | andras, chas, deacon, eamon, nick, seth |
Lobby and beyond, early- various
Nick had got off duty at seven that morning, had changed from his uniform to travelling clothes - he still had no idea where they were going so hedged his bets with walking boots, chinos and tee with a leather jacket to keep the wind out - and was in the lobby yawning by twenty past and giving Charlie a grin as the Mouse humped his bags across to the door.
"Where's the other's?" Nick asked.
"Saw Seth grabbing coffee in the Mocha," Charlie replied, "and Deacon is grabbing a cab. Have you seen Andras or Eamon? Or are they meeting us there?"
Nick shrugged. "Dunno," he said, then looked around. "Oh look - here we go."
Seth had just stepped out of the Mocha, several coffees in a drink carrier and looking a bit white around the eyes. Well really could they blame him? He was about to get on an airplane with the people he cared most about in the world. Not exactly something he was looking forward to.
"Coffee?" he asked, holding out the drinks and managing a smile.
"Cool," Nick said and took one of the coffees in one hand and the tray in the other. He put it on one of the little tables and passed another to Charlie who took it and put his arm around Seth to give him a hug.
"Packed all your glad rags?" he asked.
"Yeah. You?" Seth asked, sipping his coffee and snuggling into the hug gratefully.
"Absolutely," Charlie said. "Hence the big bags." Watching Deacon pack warm winter clothing had caused him a pang or two and he was expecting to be thoroughly chastised in some form or another when D found it convenient. But it would be worth it to see the look on D's face. "Have you packed your paints? I've brought a bit of everything."
"Oh yeah," Seth said, perking up a bit at the mention of art. "I've got this great little travel set and plenty of sketch books and pencils." His smile was more real then and he looked at Nick, imagining him shirtless and sunning on a beach and giving a little sigh.
"You're gonna need a lot of white then," Nick said with a grin. "Saw Deacon yesterday and he let the cat out of the bag. Skiing isn't it? You can paint me and Charlie on the bunny slopes, Seth."
Charlie snapped his fingers. "Damn and we thought we'd been so clever keeping it from you," he said. "Didn't we Seth?"
"Well hell, there goes the surprise," Seth said and pouted for effect. Of course they'd probably figure it out as soon as they realised the plane they were getting on would be stopping in LA first before continuing on but it would be fun to keep up the game until they got to the airport.
Nick smiled at the pout then nodded to the back of the lobby. "Look," he said. "Here they come now. Eamon and Andras I mean."
There was something unaccountably exciting about travelling that made Eamon bouncy, and though his normal walk was more like a sloping, sprawling stride, there was no question that at the moment, he had quite a bit more spring in his step. "When are you gonna tell me where we're going?" He asked Andras.
"Well," Andras said, smirking, "there'll be a destination on the plane, will there? But until then, it's too much fucking fun to see you wibble."
"I'm so not wibbling," Eamon protested but had to laugh and knuckle Andras' curly hair. "Dude! C'mon. Gimme a hint."
"Are, too," Andras said. "Hey, you!" he added, to the others. "Here we are. I couldn't find my beard trimmer, sorry."
"Gentleman," Eamon added with a nod for each of them. "Let the adventure begin."
"Which means we pile into a taxi and drive to the airport," Andras said.
And so they did.