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have_no_mercy) wrote2009-11-13 10:00 pm
have_no_mercy) wrote2009-11-13 10:00 pm
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The flight to New York is, thankfully, uneventful, although Tess is half amazed she managed to make it to the airport without a Kandorian escort demanding a minute-by-minute itinerary. The other half is marginally proud.
She's the first to the hotel, which is fine with her. It gives her more time to prepare for any and every possible outcome and Tess is nothing if not obsessed with preparation. Acting isn't as easy when you're caught off guard. It also allows her to convince herself to actually go through with this. It's not like she and Lana Lang are friends.
When Lana does arrives, they exchange slightly awkward pleasantries followed by a more relaxed dinner in one of the hotel's restaurants. Still, the conversation rarely veers toward anything serious, both women keeping a guard up, if only due to their lack of real knowledge of each other. The martinis don't hurt, either.
By the time they retire back to their suite, the air seems to have relaxed between them. Tess pours them both a glass of wine and settles on one of the couches in the lounge area, leaning her head back against the cushions.
She almost feels better already.
She's the first to the hotel, which is fine with her. It gives her more time to prepare for any and every possible outcome and Tess is nothing if not obsessed with preparation. Acting isn't as easy when you're caught off guard. It also allows her to convince herself to actually go through with this. It's not like she and Lana Lang are friends.
When Lana does arrives, they exchange slightly awkward pleasantries followed by a more relaxed dinner in one of the hotel's restaurants. Still, the conversation rarely veers toward anything serious, both women keeping a guard up, if only due to their lack of real knowledge of each other. The martinis don't hurt, either.
By the time they retire back to their suite, the air seems to have relaxed between them. Tess pours them both a glass of wine and settles on one of the couches in the lounge area, leaning her head back against the cushions.
She almost feels better already.