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Post by Ana-Lucia Cortez on Jul 2, 2008 22:48:41 GMT -5
Honey she wasn't gonna' make it out alive. The woman had started over to the bar and took a seat thumbing through a light weight magazine about the airport and then looked to the bartender with one of those faint smiles. "Hey, Mike." a sheepish grin. The tomboy let go of the magazine and handed him a five. "Nah, keep it Ana-Lucia." the man behind the airport bar had replied. "On the house." Funny thing was, she had that type of charm, even in Sydney. Barely knowing the guy and just met him and already a free drink? Not bad. Brown eyes took a gaze to a man sitting alone at the far end of the bar then averted back to her server.
"Tequila and tonic." was what that rasp had exhaled as she leaned a little bit into the counter and tapped her fingers on it lightly, reaching for her cell phone and checked her calls. Nothing. As usual. Hadn't Teresa noticed her daughter's disappearance? Ana frowned to herself and rubbed her arm for a moment, but that gaze fell back to the man at the bar again until she got the glass. "Thanks." offering a fading smile to the tender and downed some of her drink. The liquid burned going down but it tasted too sweet not as in flavor, but as much as it could to dull the pain.
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Post by Jack Shephard on Jul 2, 2008 23:05:54 GMT -5
Jack was finally done with his business in Australia. Not soon enough either. That afternoon he swore he heard the term "shrimp on the barbie." That was enough for him. He just wanted to get back to Los Angeles with his dad and get in a round of golf before work Monday. His luggage had all been checked and he had gone to sit at the nearest bar to his gate. A woman about his age, maybe a little younger, came and sat at the bar. He noticed her glances but tried to shake them off. His divorce from Sarah was freshly finalized, he wasn't even thinking about being back on the market, really. Still, she kept looking at him.
Jack stood and moved down a couple seats. The smell of a bar in an airport can be described as nothing other than the smell of a bar in an airport. His fingers ran along the leather as he kept his eyes alternately on the ground and out the large picture windows to see the planes taxiing on the runways. His plane, large and intimidating, was rolling up to the gate as he took a seat next to the brunette woman.
"Buy you a drink?" He noticed his own was empty and waved to the bartender, who was quick with a refill. Jack held the glass to his lips, smelling the bitter sting of the alcohol as he tilted his head back and took a large sip.
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Post by Ana-Lucia Cortez on Jul 2, 2008 23:31:16 GMT -5
As he had moved down a couple of seats Ana-Lucia looked up from her view of the counter and her now empty glass to view him. "Sure." her husky voice had replied with a flirty smile. It was usual that in these types of situations, Ana could be herself and not have to be the tough and unstable cop. She was away from home, away from the people that knew her and hell, she could be anyone she wanted to be. Brown gaze looked to his own eyes, she liked what she saw that was for sure. The tender was quick to get her drink ready. Turning a little to face him.
"Rough day?" come on, everyone in the airport had seen the scene he had carried on with his father and burying him. Ana did frown however at the thought and insisted that she didn't need to bring up the subject. "Thanks." offering a note of gratitude and sipped some of her drink, slower this time.
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Post by Jack Shephard on Jul 2, 2008 23:42:04 GMT -5
Jack stifled a gruff laugh. "Yeah, yeah I suppose you could say that." He spoke with his eyes and hands as much as his mouth. He was slightly embarrassed about the scene he had caused earlier, but it had happened and there was nothing he could do about it now. Instead he smiled at the woman and held out his hand. "Jack. I'm heading out to LA for reasons beknownst to this entire terminal." For the first time since hearing the news about his father's passing, he felt himself loosen slightly.
"So then since you seem to know why I'm stuck here this lovely Aussie day, how's about you cheer me up with your own story. You here on vacation?" He could see from her body language and face she was happy to be here now, but was probably not so excited in general to be in Australia. He had wondered allowed what brought her here, and now he wondered silently if she would answer, or if she would be offended by the sudden invasion.
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Post by Ana-Lucia Cortez on Jul 2, 2008 23:55:07 GMT -5
As he had offered her his hand, Ana put her drink down and shook his hand with a firm grip. "Ana-Lucia." pronouncing it right as usual, so people didn't called her Anne-Ah-Loo-See-Ah, she hated that. Letting her hand fall to her side the Latina picked up her drink once more and sipped it placing it down onto the counter and looked at him for a moment. It may seem that was a forward move, but then again Cortez was forward herself.
"Honestly, I doubt anyone will care or remember for days to come, they'll forget in a week, it's society." a light bit of laughter. "Yeah, my vacation ended sadly today. I'm uh, on my way home." offering a tomboyish shrug and tried to hide the frown that was starting on her lips. "You married?" eyeing his wedding ring finger. Yeah, she could be forward too.
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Post by Jack Shephard on Jul 4, 2008 18:24:43 GMT -5
Jack laughed and looked down at his left hand. There was still a visible tan line from where he had until recently worn his wedding band. "No, not anymore." He rubbed his finger awkwardly in his lap with his thumb and pointer and then hid it under the bar. "I finalized the divorce a few weeks before coming out here." He tried to sneak a look at Ana's own hand only to find it was hidden behind her glass, and so he asked. "What about you? Knot still tied, or has it ever been?" Jack wondered why he was being forward, he hadn't expected to act like this, to even have any desire to speak to a woman, but here he was chatting up some girl he had just met at an airport bar.
He ordered another round of drinks. The glass sweated cold liquid as his face did the same. He looked down into the swirling gold liquid of his beverage and wondered what he was doing, why he was throwing away his life like this. He thought about this... and then he drained the glass. He no longer thought it really mattered anyhow. "So, where are you sitting? On the plane I mean. Not here. I know where you are now." Jack was getting a pretty good buzz going and wondered if it was almost time to board.
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Post by Ana-Lucia Cortez on Jul 4, 2008 18:42:38 GMT -5
"No." a lazy grin as the woman laughed lightly and tipped her head to the side, finally putting her glass down so he could see she wasn't wearing a ring. "Sorry to hear however, about the divorce." and then he asked where she was sitting. "42F, back of the friggin' thing." a smirk. "You?" arching a dark eyebrow at him. Taking in his features. God he was handsome, way better looking than Danny and seemed to appease her thoughts of what type of guy he was. Maybe she was flirting? Okay that was a load of lemons, she was definitely flirting.
Brown eyes ran over the area of the bar, staring at their surroundings and finally landed back on him.
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Post by Jack Shephard on Jul 4, 2008 18:54:14 GMT -5
Jack waved his hand dismissively. "I'm near the front, but that doesn't matter, these things are never full. You should come up and find me, or I could come back to you, either way. Could make the flight a little less boring at least." He looked around to make sure he was still himself, still Jack Shephard. Had he really just asked some random woman in a bar to come sit with him on the plane? He wondered momentarily if she had put something in his drink and it made him laugh a bit. "Up to you of course. I mean, if you're here with someone..."
He bit his lip and shook his head again, trying to figure out if it was his drink or her that smelled like cinnamon, deciding it must be the latter, and ordering another drink.
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Post by Ana-Lucia Cortez on Jul 4, 2008 19:14:50 GMT -5
Why yes, Ana-Lucia smelled of cinnamon. Must have been the muffin she had this morning. The young woman raised both eyebrows not believing this guy. Okay, I lied, she believed every minute of it. Taking the glass of hers to her lips with a slender, olive colored hand had the Latina taken a sip and then placed it back down onto the bar counter. "I could do that..." not really answering him if she was with anyone. Ha, not since Danny, if only he knew. Cortez would make it easier for him. "So you're saying steal someone elses seat and sit with you on the plane?" an arch of an eyebrow as she leaned in a little bit and placed her hand on the bar, tapping her fingers. "Yeah, actually my boyfriend is getting some refreshments." seeing the look on his face Ana had to hide that Cheshire-like grin. "I'm kidding. I'm single. And... not married." laughter.
"I hear they do have a nice broom closet though." sure, working in airport security you knew the tricks of the trade for all types of airports. They were all the same. All had the same type of staff, stewardesses and ...broom closets. Then again, this was an entirely different airport, but it didn't mean it wasn't like the others. She hadn't glanced down at the cell phone anymore, it appeared as if her mother was out of her head for now. But something crept up on her and told her maybe she'd call in the middle of something important. And that wouldn't do at all.
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Post by Jack Shephard on Jul 4, 2008 19:34:24 GMT -5
Jack's eyes widened as she spoke. Broom closet? Ok, that was maybe a bit more forward than he was ready for just yet, drunk or not. "Meeting on the plane sounds like it could be nice. Not sure I'm at broom closet booty calls just yet, though, you know? Maybe some other time though, if you'd give me a rain check." Jack couldn't believe he was turning down the beautiful woman, but his head was swimming with thoughts of Sarah when she had mentioned the closet. It wasn't as if they were still together, but it still felt wrong to him for some reason.
"Sorry." he said laughing, "I don't mean to be a downer. I'm sure most guys would love to be in a closet with you, I'm just not sure that's where I am yet." He felt bad, embarrassed even, but he didn't know what to do. He shuffled his feet a bit awkwardly at his bar stool. "So, uh, what do you do for a living?" He asked, hoping to change the subject as his eyes fell on her slender fingers.
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Post by Ana-Lucia Cortez on Jul 4, 2008 20:07:14 GMT -5
The ebony haired girl burst into laughter. "Jack, I wasn't serious... " she added with a wry grin but then it faded. "Airport security, I did quite a bit of it before I uh...went on vacation." lying wasn't good for the soul that was for sure. "And you?" just as her cell phone began to ring. Lord, who was it now? Picking it up from the shoulder bag she had (which Ana never carried a purse but it was needed in this type of setting) her brown gaze looked down at it and frowned even more. It was Teresa. "We'll have the next drink on the plane... I have to take this call." and gave him one more flirty smile.
"It was nice meeting you Jack." picking up the shoulder bag, swung it over her arm and began out of her seat to head back the way she came from the bar. All while thoughts of him trailed in her mind. Sure, she was forward and always had been, but it amused her that he'd think that's what she'd actually do. Take him to a broom closet. Ha, if only she were that easy. Picking up the phone had Ana changed her mood completely when she brought it to her ear and moved toward a seat in the waiting area of the airport.
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