You are currently having a wonderful time in your home. A 70" flat screen, playing the local sports game, is hanging above a fireplace. Your La-Z-Colt recliner is leaned all the way back, with the feet up. An ice cold beer is sitting on the table beside the chair. Oh and don’t forget the couple of hot chicks at your feet.
This is the life.
The life you always wanted.
The life you don't have.
You drift back from dreamland, hearing the announcers over the intercom.
"The white zone is for immediate loading and unloading only. There is no stopping in a red zone." It's the same joke in every airport. You roll over and look at the clock on the wall. There is still about three hours till you have to get ready for your flight.
"Shit." You roll back over and stare at the ceiling. The problem with waking up early is the fact that you can't fall back to sleep. Oh well, time to pass on the pain. You move to the edge you your bed and look down at the bunk below you.
"Soarin... Soarin... Soarin!" You get him to jerk up in his bed, rubbing his eyes.
"Wha? What?" He looks around the room to see who woke him up. You make a couple noises so he looks up at you. As soon as his eyes land on you, he frowns.
"Get up and get me some breakfast." Soarin sighs then rolls over and covers his face with his pillow.
"Get it yourself asshole." You groan and get out of your bed. Being the asshole that Soarin says you are, you walk over the the girls bunk.
Yes, the crew sleeps coed. Big whoop de fucking doo. When you get to the bunk, you lean your naked self against Spit's bunk.
"Hey. Pssst! Spitfire. Come get breakfast with me." She is obviously awake because she rolls over.
"Fleetfoot, if you would please." Oh shit, not again! You attempt to move away from the bunk, but it was too late. Fleetfoot had already rolled over, coiled her finger, and flicked your sack.
"Fucking damnit!" You cup your precious children and roll around on the floor.
"Thanks Fleet."
"Umm mhm hmm." Even when she is sleeping, she knows how to hit you here it hurts.
Maybe sleeping naked then acting like an asshole wasn't a smart thing to do.
You stumble back onto your feet and head to your luggage to put on some clothes. Just a t-shirt and some pants, nothing too fancy. Not that you could afford fancy
anyways.
"Fine, I'm going to get breakfast." You start to head for the door when you hear Spitfire speak up.
"Could you get me-"
"Nope,” you interrupt her, “If you want something, you have to come with me." She groans, but gets out of bed. The only thing she is wearing is a pair of panties and a loose t-shirt. You can't help but stare.
"Take a picture. It'll last longer."
"But the view is so perfect." The shirt hits your face.
"Like you, Fleet, or Soarin haven't seen it before." You throw the shirt back on her bunk. Looking back at her, she is bending over to pick up a change of clothes.
That camel toe.
"Doesn't make it any less hot." You can see her try and hide a smile as she puts on a better shirt.
"Shut up. I'm still mad at you for waking me up."
"Mhm, sure." She puts on a pair of sweatpants and some flip flops. The last thing she does is put on a wonderbolt head band.
"Alright, ready to go." You slide your own feet into your flip flops by the door. Being a gentleman, you open the door and wave your hand.
"Lady's first." As soon as she gets close enough, you smack that cute little ass. She gives a small yelp, but as soon as you get beside her, she returns the favor. You walk your now red asses to a breakfast buffet meant for flight staff and pilots. It looks a lot like a hotel breakfast, not too fancy, but it a lot of food. You make sure you get... a little of everything. Spitfire does the same. She eats a lot like you, yet is able to keep her figure.
Stupid genes. You both find an empty table and enjoy your meals.
"So, why were you up so early?" You swallow the last of your bacon before responding.
"Hell if I know. I was having the worst dream ever. There was a 70" flat screen, a recliner, and a beer." Spitfire gives you a look before waving her hands in the air.
"Ohhhh sounds like a nightmare." You give a large grin.
"I know right. It wasn't an 80" and the recliner didn't go all the way back and the beer was only luke cold." She raises an eyebrow.
"Luke cold?"
"It's like lukewarm but the other way around." You get an amused snort in return. "Just you wait. It'll catch on."
"Mhm, sure."
The rest of breakfast is just small talk. Just about flights and other things. Since you both have been with the same flight crew for three years so far, there wasn't much you didn't know about each other. So, the small talk doesn't last long.
After breakfast, you both head back to your room. The rooms are technically for pilots only, but Soarin is a bro. Plus, you had to wait for your new pilot. The last one, Ring Out, retired yesterday. He was a good pilot and friend. He reminded you of Bob Bucker from the Price is Correct. Except his catch phrase was, "Fasten your seat belts, or don't. It's your life." You can't wait till you can be old enough not to give a shit anymore. But right now, you need to get ready for the new pilot to show up.
None of you have been told anything about the new pilot, other than he/she is a rookie. That could drain the fun out of the trip. And if you remember right, this next trip is a going to be an overnighter. Now, normally crews hate overnight flights. Your crew, on the other hand, loves them. It gives you chances to... spend time with one another. But still, a rookie on an overnight flight. Those bigwigs must have been too busy with their circle jerk to even notice this. Oh well, nothing you can do.
You and Spitfire get back to your room and put on your uniforms. Soarin and Fleet needed a little kick, but they eventually got up and put on their clothes.
"You should have brought me something. I'm starving."
"Well next time, don't hit me in the balls." The rest of the crew chuckle.
"I said I was sorry."
"You said ummm hmmmm mmmmm." Fleetfoot gave a little pout as her stomach made a groan.
"Here Fleet. I saved you a roll." Spitfire tosses her a roll from the buffet.
"Thanks Spit. At least SOMEONE cares about me." You look at her with an amused expression.
"Well, next time, don't flick my balls." Fleetfoot sticks out her tongue then takes a bite out of the roll. You roll your eyes and make sure you have all of your uniform on. You want to make a good first impression after all. The pilot should be here any time now. Soarin made sure to tell the boss where you all were staying. Looking at the clock on the wall, it is about time. “The pilot should be here any-” You are inturrupted by a knock on the door. Soarin straightens his tie and walks to the door. When he opens it, there stands a young woman with rainbow colored hair in a pilot’s uniform.
“Hello, my name is Rainbow Dash, and I am your new pilot.”
