About 80 miles south of the Mexican border, just on the other side of New Mexico, lies a sleepy little village. Not many tourists actually stay here - most stop for fishing tackle at the mercado in the village plaza, or to get a cervasa at the cantina next door. The pride of the village populace is the church that stands on the eastern end of the plaza. It seems a bit out of place, such a large structure for such a little village. Still, it is the pride of most villagers, and the bells are rung for any all joyous and sad occasions.
On the opposite side of the plaza stands a small, squat adobe building - once rumored to be a whore house, now a small, quaint hotel for the very few tourists who happen to find themselves too tired to continue on to the fishing towns further south. It's truly nothing special, and only a few rooms. Yet, the rooms have far more amenities than the local villagers are used to. The hotel is called "The Mexican Wind". More to appeal to the occasional tourist than to impress the local citenzery. It was named for the desert wind that rushes through this village on occasion - hot, hard, yet totally electrifying.
Las and I snickered with each other as we waited at the Albuquerque airport. I had flown to Denver, and the two of us had driven to New Mexico and were now awaiting the plan from Pittsburgh. Somehow, through enough fast talking and pleading, we had convinced the good Captain to take this trip to New Mexico - supposedly for a little R & R under the beautiful New Mexico skies and in the mountains surrounding the city.
However, that was only part of our plan.
As the plan arrived, and it's passengers deplaned, we waited, giggling and laughing, until he walked out of the long "tunnel" from the plan. He was easy enough to distinguish from the other passengers, and we quickly ran to him, hugging him and taking turns giving him a welcoming kiss.
Walking through the concourse, he kept asking where we were all staying, to which Las and I simply laughed. As we walked from the airport, we piled into the car Las and I had rented for the trip. We cranked up the radio and got better acquainted, as we made our way south. Before long, the Captain became a bit suspicious.
"Say, um, just where are we heading?"
"Don't worry about it, hon. Just enjoy the ride!" I called back to him.
Eventually, the border crossing came into view, and we were passed through.
"MEXICO! I can't go to Mexico! Las! Chele! Where are we going!"
"Captain? Consider yourself kidnapped and held at the mercy of 2 gorgeous women! Isn't that every man's fantasy?" Las giggled as she called back to him.
We heard a short laugh, and a heavy sigh, but no more protestations.
Arriving in the tiny village, it was, for the most part, deserted. The tourist season wouldn't begin for another few months. Looked like the town was ours. We pulled up in front of the mercado, and I told Las to keep an eye on the good Captain as I went inside to get tequila, cervasas, and few things to nibble on. Coming back out to the car, we circled the plaza to arrive at "The Mexican Wind".
"Here we are! Welcome to Mexico, Captain!" I cry out as I spill from the car. I glance over at Las, who has developed a bad case of the giggles. The Captain looked at both of us quizically, as he grabbed his bag, playing along with our little game.
Helping Las with the bags in the trunk, we walk into the lobby (or what passes for a lobby) to check in.
OOC: This is a quick thread set up for Captainb, Lasciviously Yours, and myself. It will run 24 hours from this moment, and then it will end. Enjoy!
On the opposite side of the plaza stands a small, squat adobe building - once rumored to be a whore house, now a small, quaint hotel for the very few tourists who happen to find themselves too tired to continue on to the fishing towns further south. It's truly nothing special, and only a few rooms. Yet, the rooms have far more amenities than the local villagers are used to. The hotel is called "The Mexican Wind". More to appeal to the occasional tourist than to impress the local citenzery. It was named for the desert wind that rushes through this village on occasion - hot, hard, yet totally electrifying.
Las and I snickered with each other as we waited at the Albuquerque airport. I had flown to Denver, and the two of us had driven to New Mexico and were now awaiting the plan from Pittsburgh. Somehow, through enough fast talking and pleading, we had convinced the good Captain to take this trip to New Mexico - supposedly for a little R & R under the beautiful New Mexico skies and in the mountains surrounding the city.
However, that was only part of our plan.
As the plan arrived, and it's passengers deplaned, we waited, giggling and laughing, until he walked out of the long "tunnel" from the plan. He was easy enough to distinguish from the other passengers, and we quickly ran to him, hugging him and taking turns giving him a welcoming kiss.
Walking through the concourse, he kept asking where we were all staying, to which Las and I simply laughed. As we walked from the airport, we piled into the car Las and I had rented for the trip. We cranked up the radio and got better acquainted, as we made our way south. Before long, the Captain became a bit suspicious.
"Say, um, just where are we heading?"
"Don't worry about it, hon. Just enjoy the ride!" I called back to him.
Eventually, the border crossing came into view, and we were passed through.
"MEXICO! I can't go to Mexico! Las! Chele! Where are we going!"
"Captain? Consider yourself kidnapped and held at the mercy of 2 gorgeous women! Isn't that every man's fantasy?" Las giggled as she called back to him.
We heard a short laugh, and a heavy sigh, but no more protestations.
Arriving in the tiny village, it was, for the most part, deserted. The tourist season wouldn't begin for another few months. Looked like the town was ours. We pulled up in front of the mercado, and I told Las to keep an eye on the good Captain as I went inside to get tequila, cervasas, and few things to nibble on. Coming back out to the car, we circled the plaza to arrive at "The Mexican Wind".
"Here we are! Welcome to Mexico, Captain!" I cry out as I spill from the car. I glance over at Las, who has developed a bad case of the giggles. The Captain looked at both of us quizically, as he grabbed his bag, playing along with our little game.
Helping Las with the bags in the trunk, we walk into the lobby (or what passes for a lobby) to check in.
OOC: This is a quick thread set up for Captainb, Lasciviously Yours, and myself. It will run 24 hours from this moment, and then it will end. Enjoy!