Alex smiled sweetly at Ryan. "My, you are a fast one. Most boys wait until we're in the air to try to join the Club. Better luck next time, sugar." John and Steve both held back laughter as Ryan could do nothing but watch Alex head back up the isle.
"Not one fucking word," Ryan growled to the other two.
"What? You make such a fucking stupid move before we even leave the state, and you think we're not gonna give you shit about it?" John laughed.
"Yeah," Steve added, "what kind of friends would we be if we didn't?"
Ryan snatched up the AirMall catalog and started flipping through it. "Well, I don't see you to trying anything. Someone's got to catch us some pussy."
"Fuck, that's it," John said as he got up, "You're switching seats with me. You get the window, and I get the isle. Watch and learn, motherfucker. I'll show you how it's done."
Ryan forced a laugh as he sat back down, "Yeah, whatever."
A few moments after the plane was in the air, a small Asian stewardess with her hair carefully pinned bun, came over and asked for their drink order.
John ordered a pair of rum and cokes for himself and Steve and with a sharp glance at Ryan, a Cosmopolitan. Ryan's shocked face brought a giggle from the stewardess.
John laughed with her, "No, just make it another rum and coke."
The stewardess regained herself, "Three rum and cokes, coming right up."
John smiled at her, "Thank you, Mai."
Once she was gone Ryan muttered, "That so wasn't cool."
"You'll thank me when you're balls deep in your little Southern Belle by the end of the night," John calmly replied and went back to his book. |