-insert name here-'s Place and Everywhere Else ~ Geezerville

[damecharlie]

dame lets go of Brat's hand and steps back to where she was. She cuts her eyes over to Flame, a smile playing around the corners of her mouth as she watches his profile, him scowling slightly in concentration, brows furrowed, jaw twitching a bit near the back. He truly was a gorgeous man. Catching herself staring longer than she meant to, she quickly redirects her attention on the Russian.  

[Flame Knightmaer]

-idly chatting with the owner of the airstrip, a Russian, Stubbs and Horne, his gaze roams around the hangar, lingering on Icys stony face and then settling on dame. He catches her looking at him before she turns her attention back to the Russian talking with her and the ladies. He starts to smile then drops it quickly. He's being pulled in so many directions it's ridiculous. The fact that Icy is determined to tear dame limb from limb, the fact that the tiniest of pings is constant in the back of his mind concerning dame and L, and most of all, the fact that he's afraid dame will regret all interaction with him once they make it back home. Sighing, he turns back to the conversation at hand, suppressing the urge to go wrap her up in his arms. Listening, he starts to wonder what's holding them up from leaving-  

[Lil Brat]

((Doesn't know, which one of us is modding us on to the plane sweatdrop ))  

[damecharlie]

(( rofl I figured it was something like that!!!))

The Russians finally finish their spiel, telling the MW crew that they are going to take this plane procured by the Russians until they get to Italy. Then they are going to finish their flight on one of the private jets Psyzapp's connections supplied. They don't seem to have been followed to the airstrip, but just in case, the switcheroo should take care of any leads. Especially since the Italians are going to be sending out three private planes at the same time. The crew nods and they are allowed to board the plane.

((Work?))  

[Lil Brat]

((Works for me ~ thanks dame))

*When the Russians finish lying out the plan, Brat heads to the one she spoke with earlier, retrieving the ID's she'd requested. She hands them to Flame, dame and the men. Fortunately, she and Icy haven't had to use theirs yet so they should be ok for now. She hitches her bag up to her shoulder again, and her heels clack across the concrete as she heads over to the plane. She quickly boards the small jet, the crew right behind her.*

((Ready for takeoff... xd ))  

[Icy Reign]

{{works. good show. *wants to steal Brats bag very VERY badly* twisted gonk stressed }}  

[damecharlie]

((Feels very left out in the whole "Looking sexy and hot as hell in black" thing. gonk /lip quivers

That's it! She's changin' once she gets on the damn plane! rofl ))  

[Lil Brat]

((Lol ~ wants to steal Icy's entire outfit.))

*Once the crew are in their seats, they are joined by a new set up Russians and the doors to the jet are secured. Moments later, the jet is towed out of the hangar and cleared. They taxi down the runway and begin lifting off the ground. Several minutes later, they reach altitude and are given the clear to take off their seat belts. Brat reaches in to her boot, taking out her flask. She takes a long swallow and offers a drink to the others.*

((Maybe if we're all swapping spit from the flask, we'll bond... rofl
Better start changing dames heart ))  

[damecharlie]

dame unbuckles her seatbelt, grateful she can move around again. She takes off the wig and hat, stuffing them back in her bag and then slips off her outer shirt, needing to breathe some. She stands and stretches high, arms above her head. When Brat offers some of her drink, dame raises an eyebrow, "Uh...what's in that flask, Bratty-girl?'  

[Lil Brat]

*Glances down at the flask, smiles.* Energy drink, dame. Perhaps a small dash of wine vodka. Alcohol content would be negligible, if you felt it at all, but it does add enough flavor to swallow this stuff. *She crinkles her nose, not fond of energy drinks.* Wouldn't want to have us all getting drunk on the flight over. *Not when we're not out of the woods, she thinks.*  

[Icy Reign]

{{ rofl @ dame}}

*taking a seat in the back, she buckles up and waits for the jet to take off. In the air, she removes her seatbelt and lounges her seat back. Just as she's about to close her eyes, she hears Brat offering her flask up. Getting up, she walks down the very short aisle and grabs it, rolling her eyes at dames question. Just before she drinks from the flask, she hears Brats answer. Frowning, she hands the flask back to Brat*

Um, thank you but no Brat. Unlike*gestures towards dame*juicebox, I prefer my alcohol to actually have alcohol in it. Would be nice to get a decent drink in Italy before we take off from there. stare

*turning, she heads back to her seat, hoping the next plane would be more roomier than the one they were on. But she had a feeling that they could be on a 757 and she'd still feel too ******** close to dame and Flame*

EDITED  

[Lil Brat]

(( rofl Icy must have gotten my other flask ~ which boot did I take that one from... ninja ))  

[katana68]

(( rofl ))  

[damecharlie]

dame's nostrils flare and she rolls her eyes rolleyes at Icy's juvenile name-calling, "Never bothered you before, Icy Reign." She narrows her eyes as Icy walks back to her seat and then turns her gaze on Brat, letting it roll off her shoulders, and smiles, "No thanks, Brat. I don't drink alcohol. ^_^ But I appreciate it." Sits in her chair on her knees, resting her arms on the back of it and continues looking and chatting with Brat.

EDITED slightly  

[Lil Brat]

((What happens when we hit the submit button at the same time ~ Damn Gaia won't let us see what the other ones posting. gonk ))