“Peggy!” yelled Alice from the back of the plane, dashing over to Peggy and hugging her tightly.  Peggy planting a kiss on each cheek as Alice pulled away, giddily.

            “When did those two get so chummy?” asked Carmen of Shane.

            Shane shrugged, looking at Bette for answers, “Your wedding.”

            “Oh,” said Carmen and Shane simultaneously, looking at each other for a moment, then Shane sinking deeper into her seat at the thought of the verbal tongue lashing that Peggy might have for her.

            “Well, if it isn’t run away Shane, are you going to jump out of the plane before we land?” asked Peggy seriously.  “I would suggest a parachute if you do decide that route is prudent.”

            “Mother,” chided Helena.  Giving her mother a cool look, she’d forgiven Shane, and now it was time for Peggy to do so also.

            “Well, I was just wondering,” said Peggy, removing a small silver flask from her inside pocket, taking a quick nip of the golden liquid.  “Now, move along and get this bucket up in the air,” ordered Peggy, clapping her hands together and Helena did as she was told.

***** 

            “So, Shane has slept with Sam and Carmen, and kissed one other person that was on the plane,” said Alice into her mic, and Quin shot her a warning glare.  “Bette has been with me, and….  Yeah….  Carmen almost slept with Sam, Helena with Tina, which connected her to Bette.  Peggy was hitching a ride to Miami because she was meeting her girlfriend there, who told me to confess my feeling for Lara ages ago, but that didn’t’ work out, did it?  Confusing?  It hasn’t even begun yet, when we landed, we were off to meet Brian….”

******

            “Where the fuck have you been?” asked an irate Brian of Sam, who blinked at her brother, the drugs dulling his words.  The dance club was filled with beautiful men and women, there was no music, and the makeup artists were still working their magic on the extras. 

            “Chill the fuck out, are things ready?” asked Sam looking around the packed bar, everyone dressed in white, blue, red and white lights were pulsing to the nonexistent music.  Exactly what she’d asked for, the White Party, but with a patriotic twist, Sam looked at her cameras, thinking that she was going to have to wrap the straps around her right hand for stability, or use a tripod.