As the hustle and bustle of the airport begins to wake, so do those awaiting a rescheduled flight. It was always this busy around mid-morning, and there was plenty of time for the new 3PM departure. Options? Either go back to sleep, or try to find somewhere that will sell anyone a drink before noon. The latter option seemed better, as long as he didn't drink too much.<br/><br/>Luck seemed to be running low the last couple of days for Murphy Paris, who had been granted an interview with a fledgling company, though they had enough money to pay for a round trip flight for the weekend.<br/><br/><br/>m<a class="postlink" href="http://bones.edogo.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/0000035890_20061117141723.jpg">http://bones.edogo.com/wp-content/uploa ... 141723.jpg</a>m<br/><br/>Looking at the waves of heat as he searched for a drink made him shake his head. Does it really have to be this hot in Dallas, so early in the day? All signs pointed to yes today, last week, and most likely, in the week ahead as well. Hopefully wherever he was going would be cooler. He had only been given directions as to which flight number to take, and that he would know more after the plane landed. Seemed suspicious, but hey, you can't just say no to free traveling.<br/><br/>After about fifteen minutes of wandering around, he saw a small area that looked like a bar. Rum and Coke was the half off special, definitely the best price on the menu. After waiting a minute for the bartender to make the simple drink, he tried to find someone to talk to for even just a few seconds.<br/><br/>..."Is this seat open?" He asked the modestly attractive woman sitting next to an open stool.<br/><br/>Maybe this would turn out to be a good day.