(2018-11-01) The First Hit's Always Free
Solo and Ginny talk. Solo offers Ginny a free familiarization flight lesson.


Java Junction

With copper light hangings, it leaves a rustic feel to the entire room. A long bar with a cash register below a sign that says Order Here boasts a display of pastries, bagels, croissants and other foods for breakfast. Sandwiches and soups and salads for lunch and dinner. On a chalk bard in colorful writing is a list of the different beverages offered as well as the prices. Numbers are given on the receipts so when called, patrons can get their order at the opposite end of the bar from the register.

Tables dot the room, wooden with simple center pieces and wooden chairs around them. Also built into one leg of each table is an electrical outlet for laptops or phone chargers. In one corner is a bean bag area with several magazines and a small book swap shelf.

While music plays softly from surround sound speakers, it is usually tuned into one of the two radio stations in the town. The country or rock, depending on what the barista selects at the time.


Solo wanders in, fresh back from her morning run to Colorado Springs. She orders a quad-espresso mocha with extra chocolate and whipped cream, and finds herself a table to sit at, where she whips out her iPad to finish logging the flight and maybe catch up on the news.
<FS3> Genevieve rolls Presence: Success. (3 8 5 3)
<FS3> Solo rolls Presence: Failure. (6)

All things considered, given the shit sandwich of her day thus far, Genevieve isn't doing too badly. Not yet. Days off aren't always a relaxing thing for the young nurse, especially when certain 'things' come back to bite her in the ass. Things she thought she'd never have to deal with again. But 'lo and behold it's been a morning and the lithe blonde prowls into the Java Junction to net herself a powerful cup of dark brew and maybe one of those raspberry muffins with the cream cheese squeezed inside. That's the stuff. It's what prevents her from marching into a store to buy out their discounted Halloween candies.

You wouldn't think it from her greyhound-lean frame; Ginny is a stress-eater.

After fixing her coffee, her eyes spot Solo at a table just over and suddenly craving a friendly face — even if she only met the woman once — Ginny pads over. "'lo miss," She'll offer tentatively. "Y'mind some company for a bit?" Asked next in her accented way.

Solo looks up and slips her sunglasses off to be friendly. "Nah, please. Feel free." She looks at Ginny a few moments. "You're the nurse. I think I met you here once before."

Her lips crook into a smile and her head bobs once, "Sure am, and y'sure did." Ginny recalls, looking down at the cup in her hands. She's not in scrubs today but rather, a tidy fitted blouse with dark denims, thin coat left open at the front. Hair has been loosely braided. She looks well enough though there's an edginess to her gaze, somewhat. "Solo?" Ginny tries, knowing better than to make the Star Wars joke. They're not that familiar with one another. Once bid to sit the nurse will fold herself into a chair opposite Solo, taking care not to set her things down so close as to disrupt the iPad.

"Ginny," Offered next and clearly there's no offense if her name isn't recalled. "How's the day treating you?"

You say, "Right, Ginny. Pretty good. Been to Colorado Springs already today, got another flight coming up in a couple hours. Solo, yeah. So today's a good money day for me. How's your day going?" Solo asks the obvious question…"

A delicate huff before she dips into her coffee, one thumb accidentally stabbing the muffin and allowing it's cream cheese blood to just ooooooze on out. Ginny looks flustered for all of three seconds before her green-gold eyes flit upwards to Solo, "Oh, what I wouldn't give to be able to strap in and fly above it all. Seriously." Said abruptly, only to dissolve into earnest friendliness. "I'm glad business is good. Maybe y' can fly me off to the loony bin." There's humor in her tone though; Ginny isn't serious. She handwaves then, "I'm well enough. Bit ruffled at someone I really did not want to contact me… well, contacting me. Fucking arse, that one—-" Blink, blush.

"God almighty I'm sorry, I don't mean to be sitting here blathering all over your good morning." Ginny perks up again, face red.

Solo smiles. "If I didn't want to know, I wouldn't have asked. And any time you want to go flying, let me know. I do familiarization lessons for free. So are we talking boyfriend trouble, girlfriend trouble, family… bail bondsman…" Solo smiles and sips her mocha.

She holds up slender, deft hands. "Never gonna take those controls by m'self.. I wouldn't put anyone, God love 'em, through that. I'd just fly shotgun and look down at the world below." Ginny says quickly.. her piloting a small aircraft is enough to give her ancestors goosebumps. Solo's smile heartens Ginny, reassures her that she didn't leave the pilot thinking her to be a hot mess. She takes an encompassing — almost savage — bite of her gored muffin. "At this rate if the jackass calls me again, it'll be a bail bondsman finding me on their doorstep." Said with a snort, then a softening of her gaze.

".. ex called me wanting some of his things returned to him. That he bloody well left when he ran off for a wag with a floozie. When I told him I got rid of his stupid baubles he lit into me. He has no right. I should've been a friggin' nun." Ginny takes a gulp of hot coffee. She looks good and riled.

Solo nods. "I think you're right. Having been the floozy, it's its own punishment. Any guy who'd leave you for her, will leave her for someone else when he gets bored again. Probably die alone unless he grows up first." Solo shrugs. "Well you don't have to fly on the familiarization lesson. It's still free. But you miss half the fun if you don't take the aircraft in your own hands at least once.

Her pinkening goes to straight-up red. 'Been' the floozie?! Ginny's tiger-bright eyes round briefly only to soften, "M'sorry if I delved too personal… I mean, I only met you the once. Feels nice to rant to another woman.. I was doing well enough til' the asshole got on the horn after me. But you're.. right, I suppose. Karma sorts 'em all out in the end I reckon. I don't miss him, not at all.. it's really just feelin' had. I don't like th' reminder. I damned well hope he dips his wick into something else.. or maybe she will. And—" GAH. Blush. Ginny shakes her head. "Chr**t on a hotplate, thank you for just listening to me rant. I'm going to nip that one off lest' I really go off on it. Thanks again, Solo.. I promise I'm not a nutbar."

It's easier to settle back onto the flying. She looks immediately humbled. "Would you really take me up there? Y'would trust me to handle the controls?" Ginny looks awed.

Solo nods. "I sell flight training on an hourly basis. It keeps my log book filled and keeps my income coming in. Like they say in the drug trade… the first hit's always free." Solo chuckles at the joke. "I love taking up new people, to be honest. Turning them on to flying, seeing that…look when you've connected someone to some deep seated desire they've always had and didn't realize… so yes. I'd really take you up and let you fly that first lesson for free.

The blonde's lips work briefly into an attempt at another lyrically accented proclamation of surprise. But words just don't come out. To have her affronted tirade (she'll feel bad about it, ranting to a near-stranger) be tempered with this offer to try something new..? Ginny is amazed. "I.. thank you, really.. thank you very much." She says in a gentler way, often the way she speaks to her residents. Ginny does sound kind, by nature. "Never considered myself th' sort to fly, but even to try it once. People have been wantin' to fly for centuries, it's a curiosity. Maybe I'll take my turn at it."

There's perhaps something symbolic in it, too, but Ginny isn't about to get all philosophical. But you can just see it in her expression. "How could I ever repay you?"

You say, "Okay. If you've got time now, we can get you in today. Otherwise we can schedule you when it's convenient."

The woman looks surprised, but knows inwardly that though today would be ideal.. what, with her still feeling inwardly turmoiled… still, Ginny doesn't want that painting her first experience flying. She leans forward to wipe her fingers in a napkin, and yanking a notepad out of her formidable purse she scrawls out her cellphone number. This is slid over to Solo, "I wish it could be today, I really wish.. but it can't. I'm into my evening rotation at work coming up, so maybe next week? I'm off next Thursday. Maybe that could do?" Ginny tilts her head, feeling better to at least not make it so short notice.

Solo nods. "Okay." Solo writes her own cell number on the napkin and carefully tears the two apart. "That's mine. Or you can just look up Aerostar Courier online. I've got a hangar at the airport.

This is happening, this is really happening. Her parents and perhaps her older brother would shit; her younger brother would be excited. Ginny's lips twitch into what threatens to be a grin as she slides Solo's number into her purse. "T-thanks, really… if it suits I'll of course pay like a proper patron." If. What would happen if Ginny REALLY likes it? Could she budget a couple of flights a month?! Regardless, no use putting pressure on herself… to even just go once would be…

"Thank you, truly." Ginny offers again, draining the rest of her coffee and wolfing down the muffin in her excitement. By the time she takes her leave, she will make her way over to the counter to — for all appearances — order something else for herself. Not the case.

She's asking the barista for a re-cap on what Solo has consumed over there. In coming days, the pilot shall find herself with a tab of four of those rocket-fuel espresso mochas paid for in advance, right down to the last spritz of whipped cream.

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