The speed bump had almost knocked Molly into the arms of Connie and she couldn't help but mutter a few curse words in her native tongue before straightening herself back up, adjusting her fedora and attempting an apologetic smile at Connie. whose professional cheerfulness still continued to bother her a bit. The poor driver must be exhausted and with the conditions outside they should probably be happy that they had made in one piece to the loading zone of the Airport Sheraton. She clutched her portfolio tightly to protect it as much as possible from the near stampede-like exit of the passengers. Once she as out of the van she slung it over her shoulder and just stood there for a while looking at the crowd inside the glass doors. Despite Connie's well-meant advice of trying to get to the front desk as soon as possible it didn't take a genius to figure out that it would be absolute carnage trying to get there., like trying to walk from the back row to the front row at a rock concert. No she wasn't going to play that game so rather than following the stream of stranded travellers she dug out her burgundy faux-leather jacket from the duffel bag. She put it on and then fished out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from her jeans. She found shelter under the large marquee outside the hotel, lit up and leaned against a small section of wall between two large windows.<br/><br/>Having sucked down one while ignoring the chaos inside she lit another and two, maybe three drags into that one she felt herself starting to relax. She stuck her hands into her jeans pockets and for a moment or two cursed her choice of jeans for the trip back to New York. Then again, who the fuck could have foreseen this weather. It had been well over 30 centigrade at lunch time with the sun beating down from a clear blue sky, and now this. At the same time her aesthetic eye couldn't help but recognise the beauty in the blurred silhouettes of the DFW airport in the distance and the surrounding buildings. It was a motive well worthy of one of her all time favourite artists William Turner. She finished her second cigarette and finally ventured inside the hotel and looked around. It was still not worth the stress and harassment trying to reach the front desk, instead she sat down next to Connie at the bar. At least that wasn't crowded, yet.<br/>"Hey, again," she said and this time felt more confident with the surroundings in which the two met.<br/>She then turned to the young man behind the bar and ordered a glass of wine.<br/>"And fill it all the way up. I'll pay double if need be," she said.<br/>"And just what the fuck do you people call that?" she asked and turned to Connie while pointing over her shoulder at the weather outside.