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and, as Devin goes on proudly, a surround sound system. We move from the cabin to the restroom, then the cargo hold. I'm traveling light and Devin takes my carry-on bag. I hesitate as if I've forgotten something. "I have a couple of DVDs in my bag and I might need them," I explain. "Can I get to it during the flight?"

"Sure. No problem. The cargo hold is pressurized too, so you have access," Devin says.

"Great."

I spend half an hour examining the airplane, then begin looking at my watch as if I'm irritated at Nathan and his tardiness. "This kid's from the mountains," I explain to Devin as we sit in the cabin. "Doubt if he's ever been on a plane before. He's kinda rough around the edges."

"What kind of movie ya'll doing?" Devin asks.

"Documentary. The meth business in Appalachia."

Devin and I return to the terminal and continue waiting. I've forgotten something in my car, and I leave the building. Minutes later, I see Nathan's new pickup truck roll into the lot. He parks quickly, then hops out, eager. He's wearing cutoff denim shorts, a pair of white Nike running shoes, no socks, a flat-billed trucker's cap, and, best of all, a pink-and-orange floral-print Hawaiian shirt with at least the top two buttons unfastened. He grabs a stuffed Adidas gym bag from the back of his truck and bounds toward the terminal. I intercept him and we shake hands. I'm holding some papers.

"Sorry about the delay," I say, "but the airplane is here and ready to go."

"No problem." His eyes are watery and I catch a whiff of stale beer. Wonderful!

I lead him inside and to the front desk where Devin is flirting with the receptionist. I walk Nathan to the windows and point to the Challenger. "That's ours," I say proudly. "At least for this weekend." He gawks at the aircraft as Devin walks over. I quickly slip him Nathan's fake passport. He glances at the photo, then at Nathan, who at that moment turns from the window. I introduce him to Devin, who hands me the passport and says, "Welcome aboard."

"Are we ready to go?" I ask.

"Follow me," Devin says, and as we leave the terminal, I say, "Off to the beach."

On board, Devin takes the Adidas gym bag and stores it in cargo while Nathan falls into one of the leather chairs and admires his surroundings. I'm in the galley, preparing the first round of beers - the real thing for Nathan, one with no alcohol for me. When they're poured into ice-cold mugs, you can't tell the difference. I banter with Devin as he goes through the emergency procedures, nervous that he might mention our destination. He does not, and when he retires to the cockpit and straps himself in, I take a deep breath. He and Will give me the thumbs-up and start the engines.

"Cheers," I say to Nathan, and we tap glasses and take a gulp. I unfold a mahogany table between us.

As the jet begins to taxi, I say, "You like tequila?"

"Hell yeah," he replies, already the party animal.

I jump up, walk into the galley, fetch a fifth of Cuervo Gold and two shot glasses, and place them hard on the table. I pour two shots and we kill them, following them up with more beer. I have a buzz by the time we take off. When the seat belt sign is turned off, I pour another round of beer and we do more shots. Shots and beer, shots and beer. I fill in the conversation gaps with drivel about the film and how excited our financial partners are at the moment. This soon bores Nathan, so I tell him we have a late dinner lined up, and one of the young ladies there is a friend of a friend who could be the hottest chick on South Beach. She's seen a portion of our footage and wants to meet Nathan. "Did you bring any long pants?" I ask.

I assume the Adidas bag is filled with clothing about as tasteful as what I'm looking at.

"Oh yeah, got all kinds of stuff," he says, his tongue getting thicker by the moment.

When the Cuervo Gold is half gone, I look at the navigational map on display and say, "Only an hour to Miami. Drink up." We knock back another shot each, then I drain my glass of unleaded. I weigh at least thirty pounds more than Nathan, half my drinks have no alcohol, and my