Travelling for work had its perks. Gorgeous sights. Delicious local cuisine. But by God, were there just so many cons. Not only did he get a horrible cough from the constant aircon (and his... slightly concerning cigar use), shitty reception and time consuming but unfortunately necessary security procedures, but there were delayed flights, fucking him over. Today was no different. Waking up at four, arriving at five and boarded by five thirty, it was now quarter past six and the flight was only now being broadcasted as delayed on the runway. Yeah. It all sucked. Well, except for the chump beside him. Smelling of sharp yet delicate perfume, not complaining a single bit, taking the shitty isle seat. Public decency, but something hard to come by these days. "Fuckin' joke how long this is taking, hey?" John commented, voice rumbling and deep.