Ordinary Days

[Brian]

Philip, Parthipan, and Paul are now standing inside the Sacramento airport.  There's no automated counter to pick up will-call tickets in sight, and there's a bit of a line leading to the customs area of international flights, of particular note to Paul, now that he has both new clothes, and luggage to store them in.

[Dracos]

Dracos, with the casual fashion of those who fly all too fucking often, lead the way through getting the bags checked, picking up the tickets and heading through customs and onto the plane.

Once on, getting in the comfortable seat near the window, Dracos relaxes waiting for the flight to take off.

Dracos

[Brian]

Other than the oddity of being called a name that is not (strictly speaking) your own, you have no trouble getting through customs, as the majority of the weapons are elsewhere.  After a seemingly endless wait, the plane finally takes off, and everyone is treated to the in-flight movie: "As Good as it Gets".

[Dracos]

While unfamiliar with the movie, Dracos is more than familiar with long flights, and promptly goes into a relaxing meditative state only vaguely aware of the world around him until either food arrives or the plane lands.

Dracos

[Brian]

You do indeed fall asleep.

[Huitzil]

Paul pokes Parthipan, in the next seat.  "Hey, how does the service work on here? Do I have to, like, pay for a bag of peanuts, or a scotch, or what?"

[Ginrai]

"You've never been on a plane before?  The snacks, which they should start passing around soon, are free while things such as liquor aren't."

[Huitzil]

"Eh, I been on flights before, but not since I was like six. And they weren't going to serve me drinks then in any case. Can I bum a few bucks off you for some liquor, then?"

[Ginrai]

Ginrai sighs and hands Paul twenty dollars.  "Just don't get yourself drunk."

[Huitzil]

"Well, I sure don't drink for the taste."

Paul sticks his hand out into the aisle and motions for a stewardess/flight attendant person. After a few seconds, he looks back and notices there's a BUTTON that calls them FOR YOU, and pushes it instead.

[Ginrai]

Ginrai decides that he might as well get himself a drink since he probably won't have another chance to have one for a while.

[Brian]

A harried looking thirtysomething with peroxide blonde hair trundles a cart over and asks, "Can I get you gentlemen anything?" while pre-emptively handing out two shrink-wrapped soy peanut alternatives (for those who are allergic): the wrapper reads, 'Pea-not'.

[Huitzil]

"Uh, yeah... What beverage service do you have? Me and my friend would like a few drinks."

[Brian]

"We have scotch, bourbon, and just beer," she replies with obviously forced cheer.  "Two dollars for the bourbon, four for the scotch, and after your first, the beer will be one dollar per glass."

[Huitzil]

Paul glances at Parthipan, and turns back to the flight attendant. "Two glasses of scotch, if you please."