Near the front of the cabin, Nick sat slouched in his seat with the top buttons of his shirt undone. His hair was noticeably messier than usual, and a half-empty glass rested on the table beside him. Judging by his appearance alone, he’d clearly been drinking.
Across from him, Damien was the complete opposite. Calm and composed, he sat with one leg crossed over the other, leisurely sipping his whiskey while occasionally responding to whatever Nick was saying.
Farther down the cabin, James, Max, and Monroe occupied an entire seating section by themselves.
All three were sound asleep.
James had his head tilted back with his mouth hanging open.
Max was sprawled across two seats, hugging a pillow.
Monroe leaned awkwardly against the window, snoring loudly enough that even the cabin micro
