Heathrow International Airport - 7:39AM, GMT (local time)

[mparkerceo]

Parker didn't sleep much on the corporate jet. Too much to think about, and too much to worry about.

And then the stupid jet had to stop in England for refueling, and the even stupider weather kept them grounded.

So she's sitting in the Executive Lounge, cranky and sleepless, watching it rain.

*ring*

[...and oh yeah, NFB due to distance.]

Comments

[needsaparrot]

"Parker?" That'd be Xander's voice, a little sleepy, like he'd just woke up in the middle of the night. Because he had.

[mparkerceo]

"Hunh?" Parker blinked at the phone, then put it back to her ear. "Xander? What's happened? Why are you calling? Is Bridge okay?"

[bridge_carson]

Bridge *had* been asleep, but when Xander had pulled away to dial Parker, that sudden absence-of-warm-body-next-to-him was enough to wake him up. "Xander? S'goinon?" he mutters, reaching out to try and pull him back.

[needsaparrot]

Xander murmured something probably unintelligible from across the Atlantic, and then into the phone, he said, "Everything's fine. I was just checking."

[swerval_zero]

Zero was not sleepy, because Zero had not slept.

Zero? Was yelly. "THEY'RE HAVING A MOVIE FESTIVAL."

[mparkerceo]

Parker started laughing. "They are NOT. Not when I'm gone!"

[swerval_zero]

"Oh yes they are when you're gone because you have the WORST TIMING EVER." Zero took a deep breath. "Hi. How's England?"

[mparkerceo]

"Wet." Parker stuck her tongue out at the rain pouring down the window. "And cloudy. And they won't serve me a Bloody Mary because the bar's closed. My timing really does suck."