Seth slept through the whole flight. Viv wouldn't have minded except she'd forgotten he snored. She contemplated ordering a bag of peanuts and stuffing them up his nostrils.
No, then he'd just wake up and torture me on purpose. She wanted to look out the window, but couldn't stand the idea of stuck up against the wall after so long incarcerated.
"It's gonna be a long flight," she muttered to herself.
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Noo Yawk, Noo Yawk,
Times Square, The Hilton
"The Hilton?! They don't even let you smoke!" Seth fumed.
"Just shut up and pay the cabby and be happy I didn't leave you on the plane." Vivian turned back to the cabdriver and smiled apologetically, before putting on her best southern belle voice. "I'm so sorry, Mistah, mah husband and I are on ouwah vacation and he's been having problems with getting his gears to shift all the way if you know what I mean. . .do you know where we can get some viagarah?"
The cabbie burst out laughing as Seth handed him the money. "Har har har. Keep the change, dickwad."
"Up yours, schmuck!" then to Vivian, "You have a lovely vacation, madam. Call and ask for me if you need a lift while you're here." Then he pulled back into the ebb and flow of Times Square traffic, initiating a series of honks and yells from angry drivers.
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Later, in the room.
Seth stepped out of the shower and toweled off. He had to admit, he was feeling a lot better than this morning. Vivian had even brought his favorite suit. Maybe things would work out this time. . .
He shaved and finished dressing. Buttoning up his black vest over the grey shirt and tie. "I clean up real nice." He smiled. "Wish I had a gun. This city makes me fucking nervous."
He couldn't wait for the other arrivals. The sooner people got here, the sooner they could make their plans, and the sooner they could leave.
