Home is where the alcohol is
WHO: Elizaveta and Sindre
WHEN: Sunday, October 23rd, afternoon
WHERE: The airport, and then Sindre's car
WHAT: Sindre picks up a nosy Hungarian from her latest NYC trip.
After having almost knocked someone out while taking her suitcase off of the luggage belt, Elizaveta was sure that all she really wanted was to pass out on her bed and never see another plane again.
She thought this as she pushed her cart through the terminal, but still she couldn't help but smile as she did. With all the people around her smiling and waving and hugging, her bad mood lifted slightly. It slowly started to dissipate as she thought about how she was finally back in Liberty, and then as she caught sight of a scowling Norwegian, a full-on grin spread across her face.
"Sindre!" Rolling her cart right beside him, she threw her arms around him and squeezed. "I stink, I know. I hate planes. I'm tired. I want to get really drunk right now and pass out."
Her grip on him relaxed as she put her head on his shoulder. "I missed you?"