xp_logs | Bobbi and Warren -- No hiding for the wicked

Even though she was feeling better, Bobbi kept her sunglasses on her head just in case the headaches returned. They had just dropped off their luggage after checking in at the airport and now they were headed for their departure gate.

Taking the last sip of her bottled water - which was all she drank since The Incident - Bobbi dropped the now empty plastic container into a nearby recycling bin as they walked past.

"There's the security checkpoint," she said, pointing to a thankfully short line of people just up ahead. "It's almost over." Bobbi sighed and looked outside at the beautiful weather one more time.

"So hey, in case I haven't said it enough, thanks once again for bringing me here, Warren."

Warren smiled at Bobbi, and gave her an exaggerated bow. "Your wish is my command, my dear," he responded, straightening up. Re-adjusting his travel bag, he scanned the line ahead of them. He could have skipped the line, considering he had his fast pass, but he was in no rush. It had been a really good vacation, one of the better ones in recent history. Absolutely no expectations, just relaxing. Once Bobbi had gotten over her initial hesitation, she'd fully enjoyed herself, and that part had made Warren happiest. He hadn't been sure how it would go over, but he was pleasantly surprised. It was nice to have a travelling companion who didn't balk at money.

"It was a good trip. I'm almost disappointed that we couldn't get into more shenanigans. I bet if we stayed for another month or two, you'd end up prime minister of Jamaica."

"Well we've gotta save something for next time, right?" Bobbi joked, nudging Warren with an elbow. "Not that - I mean, I don't want to presume there will be a next time, or self-invite myself or anything, but, you know." She stopped babbling and just shrugged with a grin, trying to take Warren's advice about not worrying about him paying for the trip. She'd probably never be 100% over it but she was trying to get better.

"Prime Minister does have a nice ring to it, now that you mention it."

Warren laughed. "Next time, we'll go to a small, tropical, impoverished country, and I'll finance your political career. Before you know it, you'll be Queen. All I ask is no matter what happens, you never behead me."

"I'll take that into consideration," she replied with a wink. "Though I warn you, sharing any embarrassing YouTube videos of your ruler shall be considered an act of treason."

"We'll make sure to put that in the Constitution," he said. Before he could keep talking, he heard some giggling a few rows over. turning his head, he noted two younger girls giggling and pointing in their direction.

Straining to hear what they had to say, he realized two things: that the girls were French, and that they absolutely recognized Bobbi.

At least they were complimenting her clothing choices even if they were debating whether or not Bobbi had been a plant in the audience.
One of the girls was pretty sure no one could authentically act that drunk and still have a job.

Good point.

Bobbi's eyes followed Warren's gaze and she frowned, not understanding what they were saying. "What's that all about?"

Warren thought for a moment. Truth or not...

"I could give you the real answer or a cheeky one."

"Something tells me I don't want to hear either," Bobbi said with a sigh, shaking her head. Some things were better left unknown, after all.

He casually reached out and pulled her into a side hug. Turning her towards the French girls, he grinned and winked, which sent them off into giggles. "Wave to your fans, Bobbi. Hiding makes everything worse."

Through clenched teeth in a forced smile she whispered to Warren. "Remember, one eye open, Worthington." Bobbi stood there for a second before dropping her hand and heading for the security gate. "And they sell drinks on this plane, yeah? This totally still counts as part of the trip." She'd make him pay one way or another. Or both, probably.