Transit Lounge - Garrison, Adrienne, and Victoria Kane (backdated)

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Stranded in Honolulu on their way back from Australia, Victoria and Adrienne engage in one of their favourite pasttimes- annoying the crap out of Garrison with vulgar comments.


Jacknifed between two seats in the waiting area of the terminal, with her carry-on bag on a third being used as a headrest, Adrienne let the copy of Vanity Fair slip out of her fingers and fall to the floor. The noise of it roused her from her lethargy and she swiveled her head around to try and find Garrison and Victoria. "If we're going to be here any longer I may as well just buy a house," she muttered. "It wouldn't be all bad; then we wouldn't have to go back up north to the cold. And we'd be acclimatized for Spring Training next month."



"Why is it always midnight in Honolulu?" Garrison mused, looking out over the dark tarmac and feeling the warm breezes gust around them in the open area. "Been through this airport before, and every time, it's always midnight. I don't know if Hawaii has another time."


"Oh good, he's stuck." Vikks snorted, taking another sip of her lukewarm Diet Sprite. "Spring Training, eh? Is this some excuse to just fight for a couple of straight weeks?"

"You think we need an excuse to fight when it comes to baseball?" Adrienne scoffed, smirking at Kane's sister. She sat up, wincing at the stiffness in her neck from resting it so long on her carry-on and the seat's armrest. "Even if it is midnight all the time, I'm struggling to find cons about staying in Honolulu forever," she mused to Garrison. The warmth, even at night, trumped any negative thing about Hawaii she could think of.

"This is a very brown terminal. And it smells like a hemp martini." Kane said distractedly.

"Ignore him, Adrienne. He gets these introspective moments and likes to pretend it means he's deep and insightful, or something." She shot a look at the Departures board. "Seriously, snowed in. This is what I get for tacking a weekend in New York on to my vacation. If I was going home, I'd be stuck in Vancouver, during the day, with open bars, frustrated travelers and easy to access hotels."


"To help a few travelers with their frustrations?"

"Brother dear, shut up. Just because you haven't been laid since high school doesn't mean the rest of us have to follow your lead." Vikks said with an icy smile.

"That's not true," Adrienne told Vikks helpfully, "he had sex with Wanda. Do you know Wanda? She's hot, a witch, and sort of manages the mutant think tank my sister finances? Do you want a hemp martini, Slick?" she asked Kane, stretching her arms over her head.

"Please tell me this conversation is not happening." Garrison replied bleakly. "Tell me I'm not trapped in a closed airport with no booze and my sex life being talked about."

Adrienne stopped stretching and frowned at Garrison. "Closed? No booze? Damnit!" She must have dozed off and missed the airport closing. "I was going to go get booze." She got up anyway, wandering over to the windows. "We could talk about my sex life, or your sister's, but that's not as much fun for me and your sister," she smirked, "right, Vikks?"

"Uh, it's midnight. Apparently all Hawaii shuts down at midnight." Garrison pointed out, neatly sidestepping the rest of the conversation.


"Well, we're obviously not going anywhere tonight, then. Should we try to find a hotel room somewhere?" Adrienne pondered. "As comfy as a bench in an airport terminal is..." She trailed off, shrugging. This wasn't exactly the sort of thing she was used to doing- sleeping in airports, waiting in public areas rather than the first class lounges.


"Already tried. Booked solid thanks to the several dozen stranded flights ahead of us." Vikks said disgustedly. "Plus, because we're connecting, if we leave, getting back in through security is not a certainty either."

"I'm not worried about that. The badge has its privileges." Kane replied. Airport security and the RCMP had nothing in common, but a badge from anywhere made you considered part of the boys club when dealing with local issues.


Adrienne raised an eyebrow in bemusement. "I knew there was a reason I kept you around," she grinned at Garrison. "You can't use that to get us into a business class smoking lounge, can you?" She was dying for a cigarette, even though she hadn't brought her lighter into her carry-on, anticipating it would be confiscated. "Though I suppose the lounges are all full as well."

"This blows." Vikks muttered, slouching further into her seat. "I blame you, you know. Somehow, this is your fault."

"Yeah, fine. Whatever. Because this is my idea of fun. Trapped in an airport with my sister and my girlfriend, no drinks, no comfortable place to sit, and nothing to do but watch the ETA board blink 'delayed' every two seconds."



Adrienne's eyes widened at the word 'girlfriend' but she continued to stare at the ETA board, hoping she wasn't blushing. "At least it doesn't say 'canceled'," she muttered, returning to her seat and leaning her head back against it wearily. "There's got to be some way to break into the duty-free and get alcohol. I could take the fall for you if you got caught, being your girlfriend and all. Seems like a girlfriend-y type thing to do. Or we could try to scope out the business lounges for lonely single men and set Vikks up with one so she gets us in. It would give you something to do!" she told Vikks optimistically.

"I am not prostituting my sister in order to get you a drink." Vikks opened her mouth. "And you aren't going to go pick up some guy for the same reason either. Yes, it is fucking boring, uncomfortable, and dull as hell here, but here's where we are at, so just deal, eh." Garrison said, deliberating pressing himself further into the cheap seat covering and crossing his arms.


Adrienne stuck her tongue out at Garrison and turned to Vikks, rolling her eyes. "Do you think I should take him into a bathroom stall? Maybe blowing him will improve his disposition? And while I had him occupied you could steal his pants and take his FBI ID and commandeer us some drinks from the pilots' lounge or something?"

"Best not. You might find out he's got a wide stance or something."

"I fucking hate both of you right now."


"Happy New Year!"