The plane ride was shorter than you had previously expected, only about two hours from JFK in New York City to Midway Airport in southern Chicago. At first, Jade was more anxious than you'd ever imagine anyone to be, shaking in her seat, talking fast about the dangers of flying, and coming alarmingly close to having an anxiety attack. You talked the flight attendant into spiking your drink with a bit of vodka when she had run off to the bathroom, and switched yours with hers in an attempt to calm her down. She, being a year underaged and too scared to drink, had no idea what vodka tasted like, so you had that to your advantage. Three "virgin" Shirley Temples later, she was out of it, head laying limp on your shoulder mouth dripping with hot, sticky drool. You wiped her lips and cheek and frowned. Poor girl. You dozed off after a few minutes as well, face pressed into her silky hair. It smelled of strawberries.

Once your flight landed, you sat up quickly, jostling Jade and nearly forcing her up as well.

"Whaa...?" she made out, still a quite a bit tipsy and disoriented.

"Welcome to Chicago, the time is 6:30 a.m., and if you'll take a look outside, the sky is clear, the air is still, and it's a nice 82 degrees all around. Have a beautiful trip!" The pilot's voice was nasally, like your sister's, but much deeper and way more intolerable. You shrugged and stood, helping Jade up next to you. From the looks of everyone around you, they were very well aware of her drunken status. Whoops.

"Pull your hood over your head. When we get out into the airport, I am going to buy you a large bottle of water and some food, which you will eat and drink without complaint. Understand?" you whispered softly into her ear, the way Kanaya would when you came home drunk in the wee hours of the morning. Food and water definitely dimmed down the effects of alcohol, and stopped you from turning into a sloppy mess. You hadn't exactly intended for her to get tipsy, just to calm down. She must have a low intolerance, and from the looks of it, an empty stomach, too. She nodded slightly and stumbled into the aisle, nearly causing a scene. You were glad she wasn't a mean drunk, or a loud drunk. She seemed to be more of a quiet, emotional one. You prayed silently that she'd stay that way.

Once off the plane for good, you grabbed her hand, leading her in the direction of food. You found a McDonald's and grimaced. She didn't look like she brought any money with her. Not that you'd make her pay, because this was your fault. You. Dug a twenty and figured that that would be enough for this poor excuse of a source of food.

"One Breakfast Deluxe, and a bacon egg and cheese on a biscuit. Oh, and a bottle of water, as well." The man at the counter rung you up, looking as though he was close to decapitating everyone in the room. His name badge read 'Karkat', and he had a small crab sticker next to the 'T'. Probably there as a badge of crabbiness. You smiled to yourself and donated the coined change from your order into the little box at the register, in honor of Crabby Karkat. You seated yourselves at a table as far away from everyone else as you could get. The airport was crowded, as you had expected, so your options were limited. By now Jade was mostly sobered up, so you didn't have to hold her hand any further. She sat down across from you and took her breakfast, eating only a bit of the biscuit. You looked worried and asked her if she was going to eat any more.

"I can't. I just can't," she whispered. You briefly recalled the comment she made earlier about her eating disorder and looked down at the ground, taking a bot of your sandwich. You didn't press her any further.

Author's Note: Ahahah whoops, this one is a bit short. Sorry. I'll make up for it in the next one, promise.