Title: You and Me (Chapter 7)
Author: WistfulGuy
Fandom: Pan Am
Rating: PG
Pairing: Full cast
Disclaimer: I do not own Pan Am the company or the TV series. I am not associated with ABC TV in any way. I am just a huge fan of the show and like to write. Also, please don't sue me…I don't do well in jail and I have no money. Void where prohibited.
The hotel lobby and lounge was bustling with a fair amount of people. The summer tourist crowd coming to Paris were certainly in abundance. The girls made their way to a round table in the midst of the lounge, where they enjoyed their cocktails, war stories from flights gone by and the occasional embarrassing childhood detail.
"My first kiss? That's easy," laughed Maggie. "Tommy Wilson, 5th grade. What can I say, his rolled up jeans did it for me." The girls laughed at Maggie's assessment of her childhood crush.
"Ok, without a doubt...the worst passenger I've had," started Kate. "New York to London flight, this millionaire and his chippie trophy wife would...not...stop...pressing...the call button. A few more trips and I'd have worn a hole in the floor of the plane. And we're not talking about normal requests. More like my footrest isn't working right, why don't you serve more VSOP Brandy, why does it take you so long to answer my call, etc."
Raising her wine glass, Colette remarked, "Yes, but did they have a rambunctious child with them? Flight from Spain, this four year old was most difficult. I spent half the flight trying to keep from tripping over him!"
Laura laughed at their stories and remarked, "It's amazing to me how many people can take advantage the whole service side of our job."
"Sweetie, you have NO idea. Remember that guy who wanted to take advantage of me?" Maggie quipped.
Taking a drink, Colette quickly blurted out, "Only one?"
Maggie returned a sarcastic smile as the others burst into laughter. "Yes, that's right...allow me to clarify. Is 'the fork incident' more specific?"
Smiling, Colette replied, "Oh yes, how can I forget. Ahh, the price of being a Pan Am Stewardess and the object of fantasy!"
They continued with their drinks. Colette began to think about her rendezvous with Dean. She knew it would be wonderful, but more importantly, she had to think of an alibi. Walking away from the girls in the midst of a wind-down from the day without some explanation would look quite suspicious. She decided on using meeting an old friend as her escape from the girls.
Getting up from the table, she said, "Girls, if you will excuse me. Since our layover here is just for a day, I wanted to use a little time catch up with an old friend of mine I haven't seen in awhile."
"Not a problem, catch up with you tomorrow before the flight back," Maggie replied.
Smiling at the girls, Colette walked to the hotel front desk. She figured her story of meeting a friend in Paris would be an easier alibi if they saw her making a phone call from the front desk.
Facing the front desk, she called Dean's room. He answered after a few rings.
"Hello?"
"Hello, its Colette. Ok, you ready for me to take you out on the town?"
"Absolutely, how are we doing this?"
"Well, the girls are still camped out having drinks. Let me leave first and you come down in about 15 minutes."
"Okay. And where are we headed?"
"Nightclub on Champs-Elysees. The name is Ducrest Dumonde. 815 Avenue des Champs-Élysées."
Dean scribbled the info on a hotel notepad. "Okay, got it. Alright dear, it's a date!"
"Until then..." cooed Colette and hung up.