"What the-"
"Holy crap. "
"Agreed."
We stare at the private jet in front of us, it's a nice pearl-white-colored jet that seeped luxury.
"Welcome, I'm going to be a pilot for your trip today, you can give your guns and luggage to William the Butler who will be assisting you on this journey. " A man with gelled-back hair and a fitted suit presumably the Pilot says to us.
"I'll be taking your bags if you don't mind." William the Butler says as he goes to each of us and kindly asks us to give him our bags.
The pilot then welcomed us into the jet.
It's beautiful! The chairs are so plush and white, when we looked up the jet type was inscribed in gold and it looked amazing. The pilots' cabin, of course, was upfront after space to the pilots' cabin, there were plush and comfortable-looking chairs spaced nicely in a few rows. There was a movable glass that comes out from the top of each seat that I would assume are TVs. Behind the rows of seats were 2 doors that look like they open up to a bathroom. Behind that seems to be where food and a few waiters are.
It's amazing
Bob whistles before taking a seat.
"I thought they were just going to push us on a cargo plane like usual," I say to the group.
"Yeah me too," Zion replied back just as surprised and speechless.
I take a seat and Zion sits next to me.
"Aren't they being a bit too nice to a low platoon like us," Zion whispers to me
"Yeah, they're being way too nice, they're probably trying to win our favor or something." I dragged the word "way" out a little longer than usual whilst looking around the jet.
"But why would they need to do that if we work under them," Zion says's questioning my theory.
"That's the part I don't understand, they set us up in this nice jet and I bet the food on this jet is free too but I don't get it."
"Well, it's whatever let's just enjoy this while we can."
"Yeah," I reply with a sigh.
A woman with black hair, skinny as a stick, obviously hasn't done anything related to working out in her life says "Please fasten your seat belt there will be some turbulence when lifting off."
I and Zion fasten our seatbelts and about 10 minutes later the pilot tells us to be ready as the jet starts to shake a little for a good 5 minutes.
We take our seatbelts off and the skinny woman comes around to us and asks if we want some alcohol.
"Yes, please we'll take some wine," I reply before Zion can say or second anything. She says okay and goes to the back to retrieve some wine for us.
"You're not supposed to drink." As he puts his elbow on the side rest and turns his head to look at me
"Well it's not like I ordered beer or whiskey, wine is like the least alcoholic drink. " I say jokingly as I put my elbow on the armrest and look him in the eye back. He acts like we don't drink together.
"We're on a luxurious jet, I bet the wine has more alcohol than Gin or something. "
"It's just one glass, and we have a long flight ahead of us."
"You're so persistent." he backs up off the elbow rest and then does a mind-blown expression "You're going to spike my drink. "
"Yes."
We look at each other in the eye for a good 5 seconds trying to hold in our laughter, the more we think about it the funnier it is, after about 5 seconds of staring at each other Zion lost and laughed first, and after that, we laughed like maniacs.
"Okay, I'll drink." He says once we're done giggling and laughing.
"Yay, my bad influence got to you!" As I said that the woman came up to us and put the drinks down in front of us
"You're drink's." She smiled at us before she left.
"Let's watch a movie and drink like some grannies before dinner," I say before touching the glass TV and moving it in front of us.
"Sure."
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