>You are having a wonderful time in your home.
>A 70" flat screen above a fireplace, playing the local sports game.
>Your La-Z-Boy recliner leaned all the way back, with the feet up.
>An ice cold beer sitting on the table beside the chair.
>A 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!"
>"Wha? What?"
"Get up and get me some breakfast."
>Soarin 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 whoopty fucking doo.
>You lean your naked self against Spit's bunk.
"Hey. Pssst! Spitfire. Come get breakfast with me."
>She is obviously awake cause 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 want it, 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.
>Unf
"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 sweat pants and some flip flops.
>The last thing she does is put on a 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's a lot like a hotel breakfast.
>It's not too fancy, but it is 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.
>"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 lukecold."
>She raises an eyebrow.
>"Lukecold?"
"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.
>They 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.
>Kinda like a 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 big wigs 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."
>"I said I was sorry."
"You said ummm hmmmm mmmmm."
>"Here Fleet. I saved you a roll."
>Spitfire tosses her the roll.
>"Thanks Spit. At least SOMEONE cares about me."
>You look at her with an amused expression.
"Well, if you want something, get up."
>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.”