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In earshot of their gate, they found a table at which to look appropriately anti-social, neither of them having yet removed their sunglasses. Both only listlessly picked at their bagels, looking dreadfully bored but too tired to care. Dorien poked at his smartphone screen; Everett slouched his face onto his hand, and just might have fallen asleep... it was hard to tell with those glasses. Peyton might as well have been invisible, for all the heed they gave her. It was only about twenty minutes they had to wait before their gate began boarding first class, and Dorien was the first to stretch his leg off their tall café stools to the ground, sliding off his seat with a touch to Everett's shoulder, all it took to get him stirring. They abandoned their half-eaten food carelessly, but hung onto their coffees.

It wouldn't have been easy to notice that Dorien was eying her with those glasses on, and considering he'd spent the last hour acting as if he'd forgotten she'd existed, would have perhaps been unexpected. As they sauntered into the short and expedient line to board the plane first, though, he murmured slyly, lazily hooded eyes once again forward;

"This your first time flying?"

Everett didn't look like he was paying any attention, as they passed check in and wandered up into the plane, following the direction of helpful stewardesses. One would offer to take the twins' jackets, while another led them to their section in first class, reclinable seats all together, spacious and comfortable, with heating options and personal screens. Everett got the aisle seat and Dorien took the window, a wordless arrangement that left Peyton in the middle, and the most hungover of the three with the easiest lavatory access.

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"It's a pain," Dorien drawled unencouragingly, settling his padded headset, one of which they'd each been passed by the stewardess, around his neck, and plugging it into his phone. He zoned out again, staring through the window at the tarmac. They had to wait another twenty minutes before everyone else was boarded, and then the flight attendant gave them their safety speech, which both twins ignored blatantly with the desensitized antipathy of the most frequent of flyers. The screens lit up with an accompanying display, pointing out exits and showing helpful diagrams of what to do in case of emergency.

It was further waiting before the seatbelt sign finally came out, and then the plane was wheeling slowly out onto the strip. Dorien had donned his headset the moment the speech was over, having clearly been waiting for just that, and didn't glance back towards Peyton until they were picking up speed, the wheels seconds away from lifting off the ground.

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He barely heard her over his music, but managed to piece it together with the help of reading her lips. He sighed lightly through his nose, and stretched his head away to pull his headset off, around his neck.

"Pretty much never," he drawled, and straightforwardly slipped his fingers around her palm, folding her hand into his, turning away to fix his blasé stare out the window, where the tarmac was rushing away, view expanding as they rose away from the airport. "There's like a one-in-a-million chance, or less, I dunno. It'll get boring real fast, trust me."

Everett had already tuned out entirely, headset on but not plugged in, there just to block out any intrusive noises.

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"Christ, I dunno," he muttered flatly, without looking back at her. "Hundreds of times. We're celebrities, we fly everywhere. Usually not on such shitty airlines. -- Here," he reached over to the touch screen in front of her, and tapped on it to bring it to life.

"There's movies. Watch something, don't get motion sick. If you gotta puke, do it on Ev."

came a groggy mutter from her left.

A few minutes later, and the seatbelt sign went off. The flight attendant stopped by shortly after to offer them drinks, which both twins declined, still drinking their coffee.

It was a long three hours. Dorien eventually fell asleep too, and Peyton was left, for all intents and purposes, alone. They didn't start stirring till the end of the flight. Everett pulled out his cell, checked the time, and reversed his camera, then pushed his glasses up into his hair, facing natural light for the first time in hours, to squint at his own face in the screen, rubbing it blearily. He blew a sigh, then glanced Peyton's way, catching her eye.

He ruffled the hair atop her head abruptly.

"What's up shorty," he drawled, dropping his sunglasses back into his eyes. "Lookit that, you made it the whole flight without wetting yourself. Good kitty. We'll have you house-trained in no time."

Dorien snorted sleepily, without opening his eyes, slouched against the window, the sunlight warm on his face. Outside, there was nothing but blue sky and clouds, the horizon hazy in the California heat.

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