14 (and 1/2) Gays, A Yellow Ford, And One Epic Road Trip

"Passengers, Please Ignore the Drunk Russian Man."

(Yuuri's POV)

    A  while later, it was seven o'clock and we were all on a plane to Seattle. Phichit was seated next to me, Viktor and Seung-Gil behind us, Georgi and a sleeping stranger next to them, Otabek and Yurio in front of us, Sara and Mila in front of them with  Leo and Guang-Hong next to them, then Emil and Michele, who had both ended up somehow at the back of the plane, and finally Chris and Minami right next to us.
        The two seemed to be bonding over how embarrassing Team Russia was, how lucky they were to have such good friends and, I leaned over Phichit to hear.
   Ah. Me. Well. This trip will be fun.

                           *******

    Around two hours later, I was burying my face in my hands, for the steward had brought drinks and Viktor, being a light weight, was drunk. Like, banquet drunk. He had like 2 glasses. How embarrassing.
      He was hugging people at random, and happily signing things from luggage, to shirts, to small children.       
        Who thought it would be a good idea to let him have a pen? I thought.
        Phichit and Chris were up taking pictures, having paid the extra fee to allow devices on the plane, Sara and Mila had decided to chill with the pilot (still don't know how they managed that!), Michele looked like he was going to puke, Emil was comforting him, Georgi was stressing out, and his eyeliner and mascara were running, himself oblivious, Seung-gil was trying to stop Phichit, which only got him into Phichit's selfies, Minami was hiding somewhere, and Guang-Hong were holding hands and were fondly watching their movie, Captain America: The Winter Soldier, oblivious to the chaos.
          Over the speaker, the pilot announced, "Passengers, please ignore the drunk Russian man. Thank you." and didn't say another word the rest of the flight. Lot of help he was.

                            *******
   
     3 hours later, and I had managed to get everyone in their seats and asleep. Even Viktor. Everyone, except Minami. I checked Phichit's phone. In bright blue letters across background of all of us, taken fondly after the Banquet of this year, it read '12:00 a.m.'
    Huh. Midnight already. Wayyyyy past Minami's bedtime. I searched in the over head bins. Under the seats. In the bathroom. With the pilot, who I had the first decent conversation with all day.
      Then, I finally found him asleep wedged between Emil and Michele at the back of the plane. Michele's arm was draped over the two, protective, even when fast asleep.
      Alternatively, Emil's arm held the two close to him under them. I remembered Minami saying how the two felt like fathers to him, and he felt appreciative and loved with them.
      Hm. I thought.
     At least something good has already come out of this plan.
      I then went back to our group's little section in the middle of the plane, kissing Viktor on the forehead, making him subconsciously smile, before sitting back down in my seat with and sigh, draping my half of Phichit and I's shared blanket over me, falling asleep with the thought of the little family-like situation in my head.