<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/constance_zpsbe8df73d.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Constance Meadows</span></span><br/>Location: Dallas-Fort Worth Airport Sheraton<br/>Tags: All<br/><br/>Isabelle cleared her throat a few times. Not a good sign. She actually had two buttons undone. Worse yet. Connie steeled herself for the worse.<br/><br/>"I'm sooo sorry," the clerk started. "We... well you know how hectic it is, so we... are... pretty full up. Actually there's only one room yet. The good news is it's a suite and we'll comp the minibar. Did I tell you we're sorry?"<br/><br/>Constance sighed. She<em>needed</em>that room. Tomorrow was going to be a special kind of hell as she would have to help reroute hundreds of angry passengers. That meant she needed a good night's sleep and a shower. On the other hand, the service professional in her couldn't just send the other people packing. It just... didn't feel right. Besides with her luck, they'd be on<em>her</em>flight and they'd remember.<br/><br/>"Look," the stewardess offered to the others. "The suite's pretty big and it's getting late. Why don't we just share it? As long as we can respect each other's privacy, I think it's the best solution."