AN:Ok, this is another quick little piece of the story. I always kind of knew that this story would be more of a fast paced, quick blurb time of story. However, it gets going soon. You just wait. I am having such a good time writing it.

The Alcohol Truce

Ok, being a former flight attendant does have many perks. Like finding out that one of your friends actually has your flight and she is already slipping you extra bottles of alcohol before you even take your seat. I'm finally heading down the aisle to get back with the group and I double check my seat assignment. I look up and my heart nearly sinks. Ok, Atwater was not going to make this easy on me. He sat me right next to Adam and gave me the window seat. I would be trapped for four hours unless Adam decided to switch with someone. Maybe I should try to switch with someone. Too late for that right now. I'm going to hold up the line if I don't get moving. I store my bag overhead and point to the seat next to Adam. The look he gives me tells me that he isn't exactly excited about my assigned seat any more than I am. He gets up and lets me get settled. So far, we've done a pretty good job of avoiding each other. I honestly cannot remember the last time we talked with each other outside of work. I guess I should just get it over with.

"Hi. This weekend should be fun. You guys don't have to worry. I can find other things to do if I am going to cramp your style."

"I wasn't even worried about that, Burgess."

Burgess. Well, I guess that was fair. I have gone back to calling him Ruzek most of the time. I watch as Adam puts his headphones on and I guess I've been told how this flight is going to go. Fine by me. Take off was smooth and I would be lying to say that I wasn't relieved when my friend immediately brings me a can of Coke with a plastic cup as soon as the seat belt sign went off. Time to put those mini bottles to good use. I can see Adam raise an eyebrow as I start creating my drink. He pulls his headphones down and surprises me by speaking again.

"How in the world did you get those?"

I just smile.

"Amber and I use to do the Chicago to New York trip together. She hooked me up."

Adam looks at my can of left over coke and the extra mini bottles.

"These next four hours might be easier if we were both drinking."

"Are you seriously asking for my rum?"

"It's that or four hours of awkward silence."

"I might like silence."

"I doubt that. Come on, Kim. Please put us out of our misery."

I can't help but roll my eyes. I guess he was right and it was getting us to talk without attitude. I casually hand over a bottle and I've never seen Adam grab something so fast. He pours the contents of the bottle carefully into the can and smiles.

"How about we toast to making the best of this weekend for Atwater."

Amen to that.

"To Atwater."

He taps his can against my cup and we both smile. It's a form of truce, I guess, and any tension or discomfort I had felt before evaporates away. We sit there enjoying our drinks and actually manage to carry on a conversation. Lord, maybe we can be adults this weekend.