#I'm posting this early so you have a chaser for 3am

[feyd-meowtha]

“So you’re a… baseball card salesman?” He asked, peering at the card in his hand.  “John Egan, purveyor of rare baseball merchandise, at your service,” John said, holding his hand out for Gale to shake. Gale swallowed  a sudden glut of saliva when he saw how small his own hand looked in the other man’s grip. “Most of my friends just call me Bucky, so you can go right ahead and do that too cus I can tell we're gonna get on like a house on fire. What is it that you do, pal?”  “I work in engineering,” he said. John raised his eyebrows, letting out a low whistle and shaking his hand with gusto.  “We I’ll be, didn’t realise I was talking to a bon-a-fide egghead over here. Engineering, isn’t that something. You must be real smart, huh?" Gale didn’t have a chance to reply before the tannoy sounded. “We are sorry to announce that the 7pm flight to Chicago is delayed indefinitely, we will make another announcement when more information is available.” It was all Gale could do to stop himself from groaning in time with everyone else in the room. John, on the other hand, seemed unperturbed.  “Well, isn’t that just a classic?” He asked, shaking his hand and rolling his eyes, tapping a Lucky out of the box and into his hand, “but I guess there’s nothing for it, it’s always a risk flying this time of year and this way we got plenty of time to get to know each other. What was your name again?”  “I didn’t give it to you,” Gale replied, raking his hair back off his hair where the pomade was failing to hold it in place. 

Ch1/4, 7,005 words, 80s christmas AU