"Jack!" It's your best friend, Gordon

"Jack!" your best friend calls, waving you over. "How was the flight?"

You shrug, hoisting your duffel bag over one shoulder. Really, you don't get why anyone who's been on a plane before would ask that - and you know for certain that Gordon had flown before. Sort of a given when one's dad is a pilot and their mom a politician.

"No clue. Tried one of those little gifts you sent me and sorta blacked out. The lady next to me was looking at me weird when we got off, though."

"Dude! I told you, those are for at home only. At least tell me it wasn't the green ones?"

"No, pink. Seriously, you gotta introduce me to your supplier sometime."

Okay, so maybe you and your friend indulge in the occasional... 'recreational activities' from time to time. Not a good look for Gordon with his mom and all, but she's never nearby to find out, anyway. Ever since he was old enough, his folks pretty much just threw him the keys and title to one of their cars, told him to pick an apartment in whatever city he thought he could settle down in, and stepped away.

You used to be jealous of the easy life he had, until you realized that he was more than happy to share all those luxuries with you. Since middle school you've been thick as thieves, you benefiting from his 1% status, and him having a normal family to come have dinner with every night. Your mother always loved having Gordon over, glad that you had a friend that was 'such a nice boy' when you were always getting detention and getting into fights.

What your mother didn't know, however, was that her 'poor troubled Jack,' was being encouraged and enabled by said friend.

As the two of you step out of the airport and make your way to his car, you realize that it's right out front and already has someone in the front seat. It's your other friend from school, Elaine.