As soon as they get off the plane Mike rushes off, pushing a couple of people out of his way.
"Thank god." Butch mumbles, rubbing his head as he steps off the plane with his brothers. "That was the longest plane ride anyone has ever taken."
Brick chuckles. "I'm guessing Mike isn't much of a quiet flyer?"
"Guessing shit!" Butch growls at him. "I know for a fact you heard him from your seat cause I heard your shitty ass fucking laughing!"
Boomer rolls his eyes. "It was his first time on a plane Butch, he was just excited."
"Excited my ass." Butch scowls. "The whole time I was praying for a crash. Anything to shut him up."
Brick smirks, reaching into his pocket for his cigarets. "Well." He says, placing one between his lips. "I was dying for a cigaret."
"GUYS!"
"Shit." Butch balls up his fists at the sound of Mike's voice.
"Hey!" Mike smiles up at the boys. "I got the bags!" He points behind him where the bags sit on the sidewalk, all four of them.
"Good." Butch motions towards the heavy bags. "Why don't you carry them to the fucking car too then."
Mike nods, then turns his attention to Brick. "That's bad for you, you know."
"What?" Brick asks, taking another drag from the cigaret. "Standing so close to Butch? Yea, I know. Bad for my nerves."
Mike shakes his head and reaches up, taking the cigaret from between Brick's lips and throwing it onto the ground, stomping it out with his shoe, then smiling up a him as though nothing had happened.
"WHAT THE FUCKING HELL?!" Brick screams in Mike's face. "DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH CIGARETS COST YOU LITTLE-"
Boomer grabs Brick's shoulder from the side. "Brick." He scowls. "Calm down."
Brick bites the inside of his cheek, his face still flushed with anger as Mike turns away to get the bags.
Butch laughs from beside them. Amused that Mike isn't only getting on his nerves.
"You!" Brick turns towards Boomer, pointing an accusatory finger. "It's your fault he's here." He scolds. "You're buying me a pack of cigarets."
Boomer nods, rolling his eyes. "Wouldn't hurt you to stop them."
"Maybe not." Brick says, putting another cigaret between his lips. "But it might hurt you."
Brick may play about a lot of things, but he don't play about his smokes.
"WOAH!" Mike yells, dropping the bags on the ground when Brick's red convertible rolls up in front of them, freshly washed and waxed as to Brick's instructions at the airport.
"Hey man!" Butch scowls when his bag hits the ground. "I got important shit in there!"
"Please." Boomer rolls his eyes. "The most expensive thing you own is your phone and that's in your pocket, and even that things a cheap piece of shit."
Butch raises his middle finger at his brother. "Don't think just because this is your bachelor party I won't hit you, cause I will."
"WOAH WOAH WOAH!" Brick yells, running over to his car, that currently has Mike in the driver's seat. "OUT!"
"What?" Mike looks up, smiling. "C'mon man, I'm cool. I got a DL, I can do this!"
"A what?" Brick asks, then shakes his head. "I don't care. Get out of my fucking car!"
"A DL." Mike repeats, placing his hands on the steering wheel and turning it like a five year old pretending to drive. "Drivers license."
"I don't care what kind of license you have, you're not driving my baby!" Brick opens the car door. "OUT! NOW!"
"Woah man!" Mike holds up his arms. "Calm down. Don't gotta throw a hissy fit. Here, this'll calm you down." He steps out of the car, holding out a bottle of tiny pills to Brick, who just stares down at the bottle.
Butch and Boomer walk over to join them just in time to hear Brick ask what the pills are.
"They're Ecstasy pills man" Mike whispers, smiling. "the best too."
"WHAT?!" the boys all stare at Mike like he's grown a second head.
"You complain about me fucking smoking and you do fucking ecstasy?" Brick questions, pissed off.
"Shhhh!" Mike shushes him, looking around. "Keep it on the DL man."
"What? Didn't you call a drivers license that earlier?"
Mike sighs. "Yea, but DL can-"
Boomer grabs the bottle from Mike's hand. "God damn it." He shakes his head. "This trip is turning into a series up stupid and unnecessary conversations." He walks towards a garbage can, opening the bottle and pouring the pills inside it, then dropping the bottle too. "That handles that." He turns, staring at Mike. "Do NOT bring that shit out, got it?"
Mike nods his head, partially scared of the blonde man.
"Good." Boomer scowls and walks to the passengers seat of Brick's car. "Then let's just go to the hotel."
"Hey!" Butch scowls, running up to Boomer. "You are not putting me in the back with him!" He whispers, gesturing towards Mike.
"You either ride in the back or on the hood." Boomer shrugs, smiling up at Butch. "Your choice."
Boop boop! I updated so fast -considering it's me-
