Landed conversation

Cheryl followed her coworker with her eyes, then shrugged. "Aw, well. She's new...she'll learn. You weren't too loud at least."

"Sorry, I'll go sit."

"No worries. And definitely stay seated. Peg'll like you two."

*****

Jasmine worked a crick in her neck as the plane emptied. "Hey Carissa, work your magic on my left shoulder."

"Hmm? Trap cramp again? Hydration is just for orgasms you know. Or warding off hangovers." Carissa said as she kind of awkwardly spun in the seat.

"Blah blah blah, I know. This is more likely because of that High Five Sylvie gave me for hooking her up with Rem."

Carissa paused her finger work, "Sylvie? The heavyweight with the wrestling scholarship?"

"That shit is confirmed all muscle!!! Little more, almost loose."

"And Rem, the little Japanese dude from Chiba?"

"Yeah so?"

"Is...is he safe?" Carissa asked, picturing the five and a half foot hundred...sixty? pound transfer student, with the near six foot one hundred eighty six and two third of a pound wrestling/Judo prodigy.

"Me and Jared supervised the meeting, he's fine."

"Supervised." Carissa said now with a playful tone.

"Well, no not that way. His bodyguard wouldn't allow that. Luckily Sylvie gets her size and strength from her Scandinavian father and her mother is actually descended from, apparently, the Mori Clan of Japan. And before you ask, yes he is distantly related to the PM Abe, hence close enough for a bodyguard, but not close enough for more than one.."

Carissa, just grunted figuring that meant something in Japan. "So...you pulled trap getting a high five?"

"Or something."

Just then Cheryl came by with her travel bag. "Alright, I'm ready. Shall we? Go by Baggage or straight to Vernon's?"