"Ally, there are not enough peanuts in that bag to sustain a small puppy,
let alone a thirty-mumble year old woman. Stop trying to rip the foil with
your teeth, put the bag down, and relax. It's not even a transatlantic
flight, and you've made plenty of those."
"I don't care. I am nervous. I am very nervous. Either I play with the
peanut bag or I play with my hair. And if you want me to face the client
with greasy hair then I will, I will, I... will, John. Oh, God, I'm a
mess. It's just a flight, it's just a city, and it's just... my ex's ex
that I'm facing in court..."
"Ally, I refuse to let you make this into such a big deal. Just calm down,
try to get some sleep and I'll wake you up when the food is coming."
"Just, fill me in on some of the case facts first will you?"
"Well, if you want me to, fine. We are representing an Ms Lois Kane; she
is suing her company for emotional distress and unfair dismissal. Her
employment was terminated after it was found out that she was courting a
man who worked for a company that was in direct competition with hers. She
is saying the damage is irreparable; she's looking for $200 K. And before
you ask, Jamie is second chairing."
"Two-hundred thousand for Unfair Dismissal ... John, that's insane, we'll
never get that much."
"I know, I told her on the phone. She said that she doesn't mind, as long
as she can spook them."
"Okay, John, we can do this, right? If I know that, I can sleep. If I can
sleep, I can't play with the peanut bag."
"Yes, Ally, we can do this."
"Right, thank you."
Ally plonked her head down on the hard, airplane pillow, curled into the
foetal position and tried to get some sleep.
"Ally, Ally? Hey, food's up. Do you want to catch the in-flight movie? It's Only You. It's frothy and should take your mind off the case." Ally stirred groggily and knocked her glass of water flying. Shrugging, she sat up straight and she tried to remember where she was and what she was doing there. She remembered where she was but failed to see why she was there. Surely, John could win this one on his own. Why was it imperative that she came along? She plugged her earphones into the jack on the side of her armrest, but couldn't concentrate on the movie. The guy on screen reminded her vividly of Larry. Deciding that that film would concentrate her mind on the case and He who must not be thought of, she tried reading her Jackie Collins. She wondered why it didn't make sense until she realised that the book was upside down. "Okay, I'm nervous." She admitted to herself.
Several hours later, a dishevelled Ally McBeal and a John Cage at the end of his tether entered the hotel lobby. John picked up their keys and told Ally to meet him in the dining room at 7:30 tomorrow morning. Ally agreed and called the elevator. Pressing the button for the 13th floor (keeping her triskaidekaphobia under control), she shifted her laptop from one had to the other. As soon as the elevator reached the top floor, she zipped out of the doors to her room. It was a medium sized room, complete with kettle and mediocre satellite television. She plugged her laptop into the mains and started to charge her cellphone. She decided that one way to calm down would be to have a nice hot bath. She managed to turn on the inevitably stiff hotel bath taps and poured in some hotel-brand bubble bath. She figured that if Samantha in Sex and the City could relax in hotel bath, then she had to be able to relax in one as well. Wondering why the hotel bubble bath smelt exactly the same as the hotel shampoo, she eased herself into the bath. Feeling the inevitable scalding sensation that always occurs when you get into a hot bath, and then the inevitable feeling of cold when she was fully in, she let out a long sigh of contentment, or as contented as she could get at the moment. Her shoulders dropped about a foot and the bags under her eyes melted away. She soaked in the bath until she became more wrinkled than a raisin.
Wrapping two disproportionately small hotel towels around her tiny frame, she wandered over to her laptop. There was no harm in checking to see which of her buddies were online, she reasoned. Nellan was there, as was Naomi, but there was no sign of HotFudge. She was about to sign off when an instant pop-up...popped up. ""ChoppedNutsandWhippedCream" wants to talk to you. Do you accept? Y/N?" Ally was about to click no when she realized that this was probably a reference to some sort of pudding, say a hot fudge sundae, she accepted. "Dear HFS, I really need to talk to you..." ********************************************************************* A/N: Okay, that's it for this chapter. Just to let you know, the next chapter will mainly be a chat *tips hat to Plasmic*, but not fully *FF-Net rules*. I will probably have it up by this time next week! Goody!
"Ally, Ally? Hey, food's up. Do you want to catch the in-flight movie? It's Only You. It's frothy and should take your mind off the case." Ally stirred groggily and knocked her glass of water flying. Shrugging, she sat up straight and she tried to remember where she was and what she was doing there. She remembered where she was but failed to see why she was there. Surely, John could win this one on his own. Why was it imperative that she came along? She plugged her earphones into the jack on the side of her armrest, but couldn't concentrate on the movie. The guy on screen reminded her vividly of Larry. Deciding that that film would concentrate her mind on the case and He who must not be thought of, she tried reading her Jackie Collins. She wondered why it didn't make sense until she realised that the book was upside down. "Okay, I'm nervous." She admitted to herself.
Several hours later, a dishevelled Ally McBeal and a John Cage at the end of his tether entered the hotel lobby. John picked up their keys and told Ally to meet him in the dining room at 7:30 tomorrow morning. Ally agreed and called the elevator. Pressing the button for the 13th floor (keeping her triskaidekaphobia under control), she shifted her laptop from one had to the other. As soon as the elevator reached the top floor, she zipped out of the doors to her room. It was a medium sized room, complete with kettle and mediocre satellite television. She plugged her laptop into the mains and started to charge her cellphone. She decided that one way to calm down would be to have a nice hot bath. She managed to turn on the inevitably stiff hotel bath taps and poured in some hotel-brand bubble bath. She figured that if Samantha in Sex and the City could relax in hotel bath, then she had to be able to relax in one as well. Wondering why the hotel bubble bath smelt exactly the same as the hotel shampoo, she eased herself into the bath. Feeling the inevitable scalding sensation that always occurs when you get into a hot bath, and then the inevitable feeling of cold when she was fully in, she let out a long sigh of contentment, or as contented as she could get at the moment. Her shoulders dropped about a foot and the bags under her eyes melted away. She soaked in the bath until she became more wrinkled than a raisin.
Wrapping two disproportionately small hotel towels around her tiny frame, she wandered over to her laptop. There was no harm in checking to see which of her buddies were online, she reasoned. Nellan was there, as was Naomi, but there was no sign of HotFudge. She was about to sign off when an instant pop-up...popped up. ""ChoppedNutsandWhippedCream" wants to talk to you. Do you accept? Y/N?" Ally was about to click no when she realized that this was probably a reference to some sort of pudding, say a hot fudge sundae, she accepted. "Dear HFS, I really need to talk to you..." ********************************************************************* A/N: Okay, that's it for this chapter. Just to let you know, the next chapter will mainly be a chat *tips hat to Plasmic*, but not fully *FF-Net rules*. I will probably have it up by this time next week! Goody!