porter_inc | New York: Open to anyone who'd like to run into him

[ooc: Will and I didn't want to set up anything specific without finalizing with muns/pups first, so feel free to run into him here, even if you don't know him and are just in the New York area. Hell, even if you just want to run by and shout "dork!" at him, feel free.

BTW, Christine, Eve and Billie can assume he called them :-) No rush or time limit, so no worries if you're busy/not interested.]

Will was staying in a hotel in Manhattan while he was there for his adventure of meeting his new friends. He'd called everyone who'd shown interest in meeting him but with whom he hadn't had a chance to finalize any plans for meeting. His messages had been short and basically said he'd be in the lounge and bar area. If they didn't catch him there, they could reach him on his cell.

Nursing a scotch, sitting at the bar and looking at the people who came in, Will felt happy to just be there. He loved New York. If he didn't miss Kevin so much, he'd probably stay for another week. For now, though, he'd enjoy the time he had left and keep people watching.

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"Gushing is good," she told him, patting his leg and giving him a broad grin and a wink. She pressed the button on the controls and started speaking to air traffic control, requesting clearance and a vector over the built up areas.

While awaiting the instructions she started up, a high pitched whine and rapid clicking sounding as eyes were scanning the flight deck then the instruments. Once the rotor was settled into the steady thumping beat she shifted her scanning to the surrounding sky.

When the helicopter started up, Will felt a rush of excitement course through him, and he couldn't help laughing at the sensation.

"Wow. I'm going to be putty in your hands after this. I can already tell."

"You mean you weren't already?" she replied through the headset, finger pressing the one click to have it on intercom, then depressing it further to call the controllers and request clearance for take-off. The disembodied voice came back and told them a series of instructions, giving her headings to have them tracking out of the city environs and down the river. Adjusting a few dials and feeding in the appropriate settings Eve thought to herself for a moment how much of a different situation this would be if they were actually flying in her 'baby'.

With a final glance around the rooftop her hand moved to the collective and started to steadily twist. The beat of the blades became louder as the engine pitch increased and without further ado they lifted off, clearing the small wall around the edge of the rooftop, and turning to clear the tall buildings across the street.

OOC: Just in case anyone is silly enough to think I have a clue about anything to do with flying in, around and out of New York City, I don't! Have never been in ATC towers anywhere but here. Definitely never even been in the USA, let alone NYC, so please don't try and pick this to bits, it's too easy! It's all just make believe, believe me! 'K? Thanks!

"You were well on your way," Will said through the headset.

As he watched the roof fall away from them and the city streets appear below, he felt an exciting tightness in his stomach. It was more amazing than he could have imagined, and all they'd done so far was take off.

"Tell me you'd marry me if I were straight," he laughed.

ooc: Are you kidding me? I make up half the crap I have this boy do. LOL So, if anyone tries to take issue and point stuff out, I'll have to tell them to go pound sand. We're not writing a travel guide here. Just letting our pups have some fun with each other :-D

She hid the smirk and quickly banked the machine to the right, still climbing to meet the directions issued by the controllers. No need to draw attention in such a tightly controlled area. They tracked through the air and down toward the river.

"I don't make promises I don't know I can keep," she told him with a wink. "Not even hypothetical ones." Her eyes picked up another aircraft, a commuter chopper approaching the city, being vectored to a heliport nearby.

"Besides, I prefer to try before I buy," she added with a smirk. "How would I know you're even my type, even if you were straight?" Her thumb moved slightly, adjusting the trim with the small knob on the top of the cyclic.

"Because I'm everyone's type," Will laughed. "It's from a lifetime of conditioning to please everybody."

He watched her as she controlled the chopper, impressed with the ease she did it. It always impressed him when people did things he didn't have the first clue about and made it look as if it were second nature to them.

She threw him a look and laughed. "What if that isn't my type?" she retorted over the intercom. "I might prefer someone with a bit of an edge, who isn't worried about pleasing everyone... well except maybe the person he's with at that time? Hmm?" The nose of the machine lowered a little, the acceleration pushing them into their seats as they approached the river.

Will didn't answer her right away, grinning excitedly as he looked down at the ground. He loved feeling each movement. It may have been silly to think, but it felt like he was really flying and not just sitting as he would in a commercial airline.

"Well," he finally said, looking at her with a smile, "in that case, I might have to face the fact I'm not your type. I don't have any edges."

She pressed the button and replied to the controller's instructions to track along the river, repeating the instructions, before releasing it one notch and continuing to speak, this time to Will.

"Ah, but everyone has an edge. Maybe it's been dulled by a lack of thrills and chills!" As they crossed the docks that lined the riverfront she waited for a few seconds then banked sharply again, heading along the river eastward, toward the ocean.

Will resisted the urge to throw up his arms and let out a whoop as the chopper flew. Kev would definitely have loved this.

"That's true, actually," he said, glancing at Eve before looking out the window again. "I had some edges my es-wife didn't appreciate when we were married. Maybe being edgy makes me an asshole."

"Thought your ex-wife didn't like the fact your edges were being honed by someone else?" she returned giving him a sly grin. "Especially when it was someone else she couldn't compete with."

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