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Post by Adrienne on Jan 29, 2009 23:26:29 GMT -5
"I feel as if altitude and alcohol aren't the most intelligent combination." *She decided.* "And besides, it's not that I'm ill; it's that I'm in shock. I'm flying; do you have any idea how absolutely ridiculous that is to me?"
*She snuck another look out the window and looked almost delighted at how very small everything was becoming.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 30, 2009 0:00:40 GMT -5
*He called over an attendant and had a bottle of champagne brought over.*
"Cabin's pressurized. You'll be fine," *he assured her as he poured it into two flutes.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 30, 2009 0:02:49 GMT -5
*She eyed the flute up and down, considering.*
"... fine." *She took it delicately in one hand, her gestures still that of a gently-bred Victorian lady, no matter what she was wearing. Then again just after that she removed the pumps and tucked her feet up beneath her.*
"You know you're an awful influence." *She observed casually.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 30, 2009 0:47:08 GMT -5
"Thank you," *he said with a grin before taking a drink.*
*Few minutes later, the captain's voice came through the intercom again, informing them that they could now move about the plane. Chuck unbuckled his seat belt and held out his hand.*
"I'll have the captain explain to you how all of this works so you can get it out of your system."
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 30, 2009 0:48:19 GMT -5
*She smiled like a small child and took his hand, standing and neglecting to put on shoes. They hurt.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 30, 2009 1:03:24 GMT -5
*He lead her into the cabin and had the pilot explain the rather simple science behind flying. And meanwhile, his valet brought him a folder and a pen. Chuck opened it, scanned it and sat down at a table...*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 30, 2009 1:06:04 GMT -5
*Adrienne paid rapt attention, fascinated by the science though able to understand it, for the most part. When the man had finished, she thanked him smilingly, and turned to Chuck.*
"Shall we, then?"
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Post by Chuck Bass on Feb 2, 2009 1:28:23 GMT -5
*Chuck flipped through the pages again, the pen in his hand.*
"This is all the paperwork for buying back Victrola," *he explained.*
"I sign these and it means that I'm going to go through with everything."
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Post by Adrienne on Feb 2, 2009 1:56:50 GMT -5
*Adi grinned.* "You haven't signed them yet? I've a mind to doubt your commitment." *She teased. She didn't mean it, of course.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Feb 2, 2009 20:30:28 GMT -5
"And you'd have good reason to," *he said with a bit of a mirthless snort.* "Not really into commitment."
*He tapped his pen against the papers absentmindedly.*
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Post by Adrienne on Feb 3, 2009 0:05:37 GMT -5
*Adrienne laughed.*
"Well if you're not committed to running a company you shouldn't be starting one."
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Post by Chuck Bass on Feb 3, 2009 0:09:32 GMT -5
*Chuck grinned and stared at the page. Even with his doubts, he knew he had to.*
*Before he could regret it, he scrawled his signature and closed the folder.*
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Post by Adrienne on Feb 3, 2009 0:11:45 GMT -5
*She grinned and held up her flute of champagne.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Feb 3, 2009 0:13:46 GMT -5
*He picked up his flute and paused, thinking about how to toast.*
"To proving him wrong," *he finally said.*
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Post by Adrienne on Feb 3, 2009 0:16:26 GMT -5
"To proving yourself wrong." *She said, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth as she took a sip.*
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