Flushing, New York
La Guardia Airport, Entrance to Security Checkpoint
Enjolras glared at Combeferre as the man handed him his laptop with a smile. Courfeyrac stood by Combeferre's side and laughed heartily at Enjolras' expression. He wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled Enjolras into a hug.
"Cheer up," he said. "This is Paris we're talking about. Home of the French Revolution. That's your favorite time period."
Enjolras glared as he straightened out his clothes and put his laptop into his bag. "Yes, but I still spent three-thousand dollars on a trip I don't want to take," he turned his glare to Combeferre, "nor do I need to take."
Combeferre sighed a longsuffering sigh, "One day. One day, Enjolras, you will thank me for this."
"Just see the Eiffel Tower, piss on Napoleon's grave, and eat some bread for Christ's sake," Courfeyrac said.
Combeferre pulled a frowning Enjolras in for a hug. When he released him, he kept his hands on his shoulders. "Just relax. For me, just do this for me. Thirty days of not being stressed and then you can go back to being unhealthy and stressed-out and ready for a heart attack any second. Just try this, for me."
Enjolras sighed, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths. "Fine. Fine. I'll try, no guarantees though."
Combeferre looked like he was about to say something when Courfeyrac said, "C'mon that's the best we're going to get. Just let him get on his freaking flight."
Another round of hugs was made before Enjolras stepped into the security line.
Flushing, New York
La Guardia Airport, Terminal B, Gate 14
Enjolras sat down at the crowded gate and pulled out his laptop, hoping to get some work done before his actual vacation started. He turned on the power and logged on when a welcome screen came up. It was obviously written after a few rounds of shots. Enjolras suspected Courf was the one who wrote the welcoming statement.
Bonjoyr, Enj. We madfe sfome progframming adjustmentss to your compuyter so you don;t cheat on your tirp.
A steadier hand took over then.
You won't be able to access any of your documents, spreadsheets, or power-points- or even open the programs for that matter. You're only allowed to use the internet for tourism and sightseeing websites or porn. The only other program that can be used for the next thirty days is Skype. We want daily updates.
You'll thank us later.
- Les Amis.
Enjolras glared at the screen for at least five minutes. He then slammed the thing shut and shoved it back in his bag. He knew he was acting like a petulant child, but frankly, at this point he didn't care. He sighed before he walked to a bookstore across from his gate.
He looked around on theshelves for a while. He decided he would buy a biography of Cesar Chavez and a basic French book. He paid the cashier and went back to his gate.
He sat down and started reading. When they were boarded he continued reading. During his layover he continued reading. During the second leg of his trip he continued reading. It was only until he finished the book with five minutes left to land that he thought, Shit, what am I going to do now?