*This story is concurrent with Episode 17, True Party*
I closed the door to cockpit, dulling the party music from the cabin.
"Well Spence, what're we gunna do now?" I turned. There was Billy, levitating just above me. He leaned and kissed me. I kissed him back, parting my lips and then pressing them against his. He leaned back. I stared into his dark, lustful eyes.
"If you knew the answer than why'd you ask?" He smiled. Pressing me to the wall, we kissed again. Opened our mouths and pressed the tips of our tongues together. Closed them again. He was cold. I gave him warmth. He moved his hands down my back, looping his fingers in my belt loops. I tangled my fingers in his wispy, aqua blue hair. I was breathless when he broke away suddenly, focusing on the door.
"Billy?" I asked, wiping my lips on the back of my hand.
"One sec broski. I hear something. . . " He phased halfway through the door. He gasped and jetted all the way through. A little pissed, I slammed the door open and found that Billy had the guests buckled down. I released them, apologizing for the turbulence. I headed back to the cockpit to confront Billy.
"Have you seen what they've done to my unicorn skin rug?!" He exclaimed angrily, holding up a mass of orange-soda covered fabric.
"I promise I will fix everything, but you gotta go back to the cockpit and chill."
I knew how to take his mind off things. Kissed him harder. Pressed our bodies closer. He took my shirt off, planted trails of ghost kisses down my neck. When he came back up I put my mouth by his ear. "What if someone comes in?" I whispered. "They won't." He stretched out an arm and flipped a switch on the dashboard. I heard the door lock behind us. He guided me to the copilot seat. Billy transformed out of his pilot outfit into a pair of white boxers. Straddled me. The chair reclined slightly. He brought his hands to my zipper. Zip. The music from the other room became white noise as our own party progressed. Party of two.