"You can go before me, Riley honey," Connie reassured. It was second nature for her to think of other people first. "And yes, Molly. They've comped the minibar for us." She turned to smile at Heather again next. "I'm glad you're coming with us. It will be kinda fun in a way. Sort of like a sorority get-together, or maybe a slumber party." Optimism was also second nature for the stewardess.<br/><br/>The<a class="link link--external" href="https://i.imgur.com/nJCyVmP.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">suite</a>was nothing special, but it was better than a chair at the airport. The bedroom was two double beds. The bath had a functioning shower and sink, which served each of our four heroines in order. The minibar in the fridge was well stocked, even for four frazzled travelers on an unplanned detour. Things were, if not ideal, tolerably pleasant.<br/><br/>For the moment, Constance was leaning against the bed in her blouse and skirt, with her shoes safely stowed in the closet, sipping from a miniature bottle of gin. "Well, this has been an interesting night so far. I mean, I meet crowds of strangers every day, but here we are, four strangers, about to spend the night together." She tipped over the bottle, now empty, as she asked, "It's strange how things seem to work themselves out like this, isn't it?" with a crooked smile.