The two got past security without a problem, though the guards did suspect Ariadne was hiding something under her dress. A female security guard had the nerve to put her hands on Ariadne's legs to feel for weapons. When she was cleared, Ariadne didn't want anyone else coming near her. The one thing she despised about airports was going through security. They've simply gone too far looking through peoples clothes and touching their personal areas, since 9/11.

Their gate was at the very end of the airport, which was a twenty-minute walk. Arthur and Ariadne strolled hand in hand like a real couple. She found it funny how they were both wearing trench coats but hers was tan and his was black. The October weather in Paris was quite chilly and an inappropriate time to wear the dress she bought. However, it would be perfect for New Orleans.

When they reached the gate, both of them were handling their carry-ons and their coffee-to-go while still holding hands. Ariadne was surprised by the number of people at the gate. How many Parisians vacationed to New Orleans? All of the chairs were taken except one and Arthur was polite as always to give it to her.

"No," she led him to the chair and forced him to sit. Then she took a seat on his lap. In the morning, she was afraid of playing Arthur's wife. But now, she decided to enjoy it. Maybe he would steal another kiss.

She felt her phone vibrate and brought it out to see a text from Eames.

How are those classy babies coming along? :P

She turned her head to see Eames sitting a row back. He just smirked at her.

STFU, she typed and sent.

"I'm going to the ladies room." She told Arthur, standing up and walking off. In the restroom, she looked in the mirror and inspected her make up. So far, Arthur couldn't tell of she had feelings for him. Little did she know that back at the gate, a blonde woman was continuously flirting with Arthur.

"I'm married." Arthur told her, raising his finger to show her a gold metal band.

"I don't see your wife anywhere." The woman teased. As if on cue, Ariadne walked towards the gate.

"If you would please stop trying to seduce me that would be great." Arthur requested.

"She was trying to seduce you?" the woman turned around and saw a short woman, about foot smaller.

"This is the best you could do?" she snorted. Ariadne gave this woman the finger and sat back on Arthur's lap.

"It's not my fault you can't find your own husband." She snapped. "This one is taken, so piss off."

Arthur raised his eyebrows at the term 'piss off'. For one, of all women he talked to, he never heard a single one say that. The term to him was rather vulgar but it got the woman to go away like pesticide on a cockroach.

"You really had to say that?" Arthur put his hands around her waist add emphasize their lie.

"She was flirting with you and it made me mad." She explained.

"But you told her to…" he spoke softer. "Piss off."

"What's wrong with that?" she raised an eyebrow. "I seriously can't understand why it's so offensive."

"Well… I got slapped as a teenager if I said it."

"You know I'm acting." She reminded him. "You never heard me say it before. Besides, there are worse things to say than 'piss off'."

"You said you were a bad actress."

Oh shit, she thought. "Uh…" Ariadne was racing to find an excuse to trick him. "I had to do that before. If I told you about my past, you'd think I was lying."

"And why would I think that?" he challenged.

Ariadne looked back into the past for a light-speed flashback. The drugs, the weapon carrying, the abuse, the piercings and the term 'Greaser!' were always the first to come in mind.

"Because it's far different from who I am now."

The woman in uniform behind the desk picked up the phone and spoke into it. "Attention passengers, first class to New Orleans may now line up."

"That's us."

Ariadne got off Arthur and picked up her carry-on. He brought out both of their boarding passes and stepped in line.

"Typical." He scoffed. "Eames put himself in first class."

"What is it with you two anyway?" she questioned. "You fight like your married."

"I really try not to." He said. "But you know how immature he is."

"But you can't find a better forger."

"Sadly no." Arthur sighed. Secretly, he had enough of Eames calling him names like 'stick-in-the-mud' and 'Sinatra'. Eames sure crossed the line when he showed him that disgusting video with the two girls… He wished he never saw that. Arthur could take on anti-gravity hallways and gunmen any day but that was just foul. "He's the best at forging but the worst person to work with."

Ariadne could not give him any advice on that situation but what she could do was talk Eames out of teasing him. That however, would take a good offer. Speaking of the issue with Eames, Ariadne remembered that every year on Halloween she pulled the same prank on a different person.

Arthur was the perfect victim.

"The Marriot is the perfect place for this party." Ivory looked around the spacious ballroom at the pre-set up. There was an orange jack-o-lantern disco ball, four different bars with drink menus that had all Halloween titled drinks, a stage with a big screen standing behind it and all the musicians, bartenders and waiters were to dress up as skeletons, zombies, or mummies.

"I'm so excited, we get to sing 'Time Warp'!" Jayne jumped.

"That's a fun song." Said Lucy. "Now what I'm really looking forward to is when they scare the shit out of the guests with that exorcist girl."

"I might jizz my pants laughing." Said Jayne. "They think they're watching the trailer to my new movie, then bam!"

"Not's not all this party is having." Shane came up from behind her and slung his arm around her. "I just found out they're making a cake the size of a Lamborghini."

"A Lamborghini cake?" Lucy questioned.

"Because the Ferrari cake was taken by South Park." Ivory recalled.

Jayne thought they should have made a Jeep cake personally. But she knew that this party was not all about her. She was just performing a few songs, pranking the guests then dancing. "I just hope Rebecca Black attending is just a rumor."

"It better be." Lucy sneered. "And if Miley bothers to come, you'll take care of her."

"She's in LA, but that is true." Jayne smirked. "Then again, I wouldn't mind if she came. You know what's going to happen."