Domino and Bridge (Friday night at JFK)
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xp_logsDomino and Bridge reconnect in the airport after their separate flights arrive. Dom has a bit of a case of nerves. The two of them aren't sure what to expect when they see Nathan in the morning.
It felt strange to be sitting here in JFK as if he were just another traveler, G.W. Bridge thought, taking another sip of his coffee. No one passing by gave him so much as a second look, and he wasn't sure whether he was relieved or unsettled by that. You're getting paranoid in your old age. He had been fairly confident in the identity he was traveling on, so he hadn't been expecting one of those unwelcome welcome committees, but... well, his nerves were a little more raw than he'd expected them to be. Nate wasn't the only one who was a bit edgy being back on U.S. soil.
He was nearly finished his coffee when he saw Domino striding down the hall towards him, moving smoothly around slower-walking people, pausing to smile down at a little girl in a stroller before she made an ever-so-casual beeline for him. Casually dressed, wearing her favorite old leather duster, she looked perfectly composed, not a hair out of place, as if she hadn't just spent the last several hours on an airplane.
G.W. was giving her that look again, Domino reflected, dropping her duffel bag at his feet and flopping down in the seat beside him. It was the 'You're making me feel old' look, which always tickled her in some perverse way. "So where's my coffee?" she inquired sweetly, taking off her sunglasses.
Her violet eyes were dancing, and Bridge felt his own eyes narrow slightly as he wondered exactly what had put her in such a--lively mood. She had been grumbling about the horrors of commercial flights back in Berlin. "Your plane was late," he pointed out, watching her somewhat warily. He finished his, then tossed the cup at the garbage can a few feet away. It went in, easily. "If I'd gotten you coffee when I got mine, yours would have been cold."
"Ah, logic. The last defense of the non-caffeine-providing person." Bridge gave her a dubious look and Domino laughed a bit edgily, knowing how she sounded. "Oh, don't look at me like that," she said. He was such a stick in the mud at times. Then again, she almost preferred that to the pseudo-paternal act. "I'm just a little nervous and overcompensating with the not-so-witty banter, okay?"
"Fair enough," Bridge said after a moment, smiling a little as he leaned back in his seat. "But why nervous, Dom?" he asked, honestly curious. "Is it just because of Moira, or...?"
She shot him a nettled look. "Don't go there, George," she said warningly, deliberately using his first name.
He raised his hands defensively. "Fine. Not going there."
"Good. Then I won't have to hurt you." Domino slouched in her chair, eyeing the passers-by and idly wondering where they were all hurrying off to. Business or pleasure, or both... "I keep wondering how Nate'll look," she said, wishing that she didn't have to wait until tomorrow morning to find out. "I mean, he can't look good, can he?" He certainly hadn't the last time they had seen him. So long as he didn't actually look worse, Domino told herself firmly, she could cope.
"I don't know," Bridge said easily. "He sounded pretty good in those last couple of emails. Maybe he's on the mend." That was probably excessive optimism on his part, but what the hell. It was altogether more enjoyable than Nate's pessimism or Dom's tendency to come at everything upside down and backwards just for fun.
Domino wrinkled her nose at him. "Little Marty Sunshine strikes again," she pronounced, and then gave their surroundings a once-over. "I'm assuming you know where one goes to get a cab in this place?"
Bridge grinned suddenly. "You know, with everything else that's been going on, I've forgotten you've never been here before." As far as he and Nathan knew, she had been in the States all of twice in her life, both times on Pack business. They had never managed to find out anything about her background, in all these years of looking, but he tended to think she wasn't American. She had spoken English with a faint British accent when they had first encountered her in Hong Kong, although it had long since faded.
"Yeah, well, watch. I'll be wearing an 'I love New York' t-shirt on the plane back." Domino put her sunglasses back on, leaning over to pick up her duffel bag. "Let's go, old man. I am suddenly dying for a drink."
It felt strange to be sitting here in JFK as if he were just another traveler, G.W. Bridge thought, taking another sip of his coffee. No one passing by gave him so much as a second look, and he wasn't sure whether he was relieved or unsettled by that. You're getting paranoid in your old age. He had been fairly confident in the identity he was traveling on, so he hadn't been expecting one of those unwelcome welcome committees, but... well, his nerves were a little more raw than he'd expected them to be. Nate wasn't the only one who was a bit edgy being back on U.S. soil.
He was nearly finished his coffee when he saw Domino striding down the hall towards him, moving smoothly around slower-walking people, pausing to smile down at a little girl in a stroller before she made an ever-so-casual beeline for him. Casually dressed, wearing her favorite old leather duster, she looked perfectly composed, not a hair out of place, as if she hadn't just spent the last several hours on an airplane.
G.W. was giving her that look again, Domino reflected, dropping her duffel bag at his feet and flopping down in the seat beside him. It was the 'You're making me feel old' look, which always tickled her in some perverse way. "So where's my coffee?" she inquired sweetly, taking off her sunglasses.
Her violet eyes were dancing, and Bridge felt his own eyes narrow slightly as he wondered exactly what had put her in such a--lively mood. She had been grumbling about the horrors of commercial flights back in Berlin. "Your plane was late," he pointed out, watching her somewhat warily. He finished his, then tossed the cup at the garbage can a few feet away. It went in, easily. "If I'd gotten you coffee when I got mine, yours would have been cold."
"Ah, logic. The last defense of the non-caffeine-providing person." Bridge gave her a dubious look and Domino laughed a bit edgily, knowing how she sounded. "Oh, don't look at me like that," she said. He was such a stick in the mud at times. Then again, she almost preferred that to the pseudo-paternal act. "I'm just a little nervous and overcompensating with the not-so-witty banter, okay?"
"Fair enough," Bridge said after a moment, smiling a little as he leaned back in his seat. "But why nervous, Dom?" he asked, honestly curious. "Is it just because of Moira, or...?"
She shot him a nettled look. "Don't go there, George," she said warningly, deliberately using his first name.
He raised his hands defensively. "Fine. Not going there."
"Good. Then I won't have to hurt you." Domino slouched in her chair, eyeing the passers-by and idly wondering where they were all hurrying off to. Business or pleasure, or both... "I keep wondering how Nate'll look," she said, wishing that she didn't have to wait until tomorrow morning to find out. "I mean, he can't look good, can he?" He certainly hadn't the last time they had seen him. So long as he didn't actually look worse, Domino told herself firmly, she could cope.
"I don't know," Bridge said easily. "He sounded pretty good in those last couple of emails. Maybe he's on the mend." That was probably excessive optimism on his part, but what the hell. It was altogether more enjoyable than Nate's pessimism or Dom's tendency to come at everything upside down and backwards just for fun.
Domino wrinkled her nose at him. "Little Marty Sunshine strikes again," she pronounced, and then gave their surroundings a once-over. "I'm assuming you know where one goes to get a cab in this place?"
Bridge grinned suddenly. "You know, with everything else that's been going on, I've forgotten you've never been here before." As far as he and Nathan knew, she had been in the States all of twice in her life, both times on Pack business. They had never managed to find out anything about her background, in all these years of looking, but he tended to think she wasn't American. She had spoken English with a faint British accent when they had first encountered her in Hong Kong, although it had long since faded.
"Yeah, well, watch. I'll be wearing an 'I love New York' t-shirt on the plane back." Domino put her sunglasses back on, leaning over to pick up her duffel bag. "Let's go, old man. I am suddenly dying for a drink."
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