Lily smiled at Chris as she felt the familiar clunk of the aeroplane touching down on the runway. As she felt the plane begin to lose speed on the runway, she quickly pulled a lipstick from her bag, using the now blank television screen as a mirror to apply some. The flight had certainly been an interesting one, even by Lily's standards. She'd met Chris at JFK airport, and it was as though they'd never been apart. They simply slipped back into their old habits that were so familiar from their time at high school. In a way, Christopher seemed different, like something about him had changed, though Lily couldn't put her finger on precisely what. Then again, she'd probably changed too. Although, not too much, she hoped.
They'd boarded the plane first, taking their seats in first class; nothing but the best for the Triple Threat. Besides, they were all filthy rich and could easily afford it. But the moment the plane had taken off, Lily had started to feel nauseas. It was a horrible, familiar feeling that often told her that she'd screwed up again. But Lily was desperate just to enjoy this holiday and push any problems to the back of her mind. She was here to have fun with her friends, and that was exactly what she was going to do. She'd decided to start the party early, ordering herself a bottle of champagne to celebrate the summer. She'd toasted the first glass with Chris, and then proceeded to finish the rest of the bottle herself. And as she drained the final glass, her nausea had completely vanished and the world had a pleasant fuzzy feeling round the edges.
It was at that point she'd decided to try and persuade Chris to join the Mile High Club with her. However, he hadn't been quite so keen. Disappointed, but not dissuaded, Lily had struck up a conversation with the businessman sat behind them. By this time, she'd moved onto the liquors, which only encouraged her flirtatious behaviour. Under the disapproving gaze of Chris, Lily and the man, whom she'd never actually discovered the name of, slipped off to the on-board bathroom. The thrill of breaking the rules, mixed with alcohol and sex, created a pretty good combination, Lily discovered. Five minutes later, she was back in her seat, proud and satisfied, but decidedly drunk. Chris had tucked her up to sleep off the alcohol, and she'd spent the rest of the flight unconscious. He'd gently shaken her awake as the seatbelt signs came on to indicate they were landing.
"D'you know when Minnie was meant to be landing?" she asked Chris. She had mostly sobered up by this point, but she could still feel the effects of the alcohol, slurring her speech ever so slightly.
She felt the plane come to a halt as someone with a saccharine sweet voice thanked them for flying with Delta Airlines over the intercom.