Flight of the Little Duck
When Prim decided on something she went full force. "JFK." She told the cab driver. JFK is one of the world's busiest airports. It is at the southern tip of Queens, one of the outer boroughs. At this time of night it didn't take too long for Prim to get to the airport. Less than an hour.
"What terminal ma'am?"
"I don't know?"
"I need to know where to drop you lady."
"Okay, American Airlines." Prim didn't have a flight booked. But because of her impulsiveness she was flying blind, figuratively speaking.
"I sorry ma'am. There are no more flights to Las Vegas until the morning." The clerk at the ticket counter said.
"That's unacceptable." That caught the representative off guard.
"I checked the other airlines and the other airports. Nothing until the morning ma'am. Would you like me to book you a room at a local hotel?" She nodded yes. She was resigned to the fact that she and Rory won't meet for another day.
"Thank you." Primrose Violet Everdeen walked away dejected. She finally came across something she couldn't control, the flight schedules of the major airlines.
"So what do you want to do first? Blackjack, craps, poker?" Gale loved Las Vegas. It was a giant playground. It was a place where you could be anyone you wanted to be and then go home. Remember, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.
"I don't know. Maybe I'll just hang out here in the hotel room." Gale caught Rory staring at the ceiling and checking his phone for messages every minute. He knew his brother felt like shit, and it was his job to fix it.
Gale kicked Rory's bed. "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, ASSHOLE!" Gale was not one to allow problems to fester. He was a man of action. "We came to Vegas to have fun, and that's what we're gonna do!" He grabbed Rory by the feet and pulled him off the bed and, PLOOP!
"OW! That hurt dick-head! What the fuck is wrong with you!"
"There's nothing wrong with me jerk-face, it's you. Moping around like a sick puppy. Get off your ass and let's have fun!" Gale gave Rory the most serious face he could muster. He used that face to intimidate suspects during interrogation. It said, you're going to prison for longer than you have to if you don't tell me the truth... asshole.
"Okay Gale. Relax." And Rory fell for it.
Primorose Violet Everdeen checked in to one of the hotels near the airport. She didn't have a change of clothing or toiletries. She stared at herself in the mirror. Rory popped into her mind and a small tear trickled from her eye. She wondered if she was doing the right thing or if she could even talk him into coming back with her.
"Hey! That doesn't sound like me! Let's try that again."
Primorose Violet Everdeen checked in to one of the hotels near the airport. She didn't have a change of clothing or toiletries. She stared at herself in the mirror. Rory popped into her mind, and a wave of anger came over her. "Why that little son of a bitch. Flying to Vegas to have fun. I'm going to drag that little weasel back by the balls if I have to."
"Now that sounds like me!"
A/N: If you ever wondered how Prim got the nickname "Little Duck" check out "The Wedding" chapter eleven.