Bell just shakes her head as Davie drunkenly hums along with the radio, his head lay back and his eyes closed.  She breathed a sigh of relief as the airport came into view. 
She wondered how she was going to get Davie from the car to the plane.  She was sure someone would help her, but she hoped they'd let them fly.  It's times like this she wished she had a man she could depend on.  As the cab pulls up to the hangars, she can see the family plane already out and warmed up.  Shit, she was really late.  Opening her car door, she walks over to the man who looks like he's in charge.  Slipping him the 5 grand she'd lifted from Davie earlier, she started back to the car with the man walking behind her.  She opens up Davie's car door and steps aside as the large man hauls Davie out and over his shoulder. Following the two of them to the plane, she can't help but burst out laughing at the amount of drool coming out of Davies mouth.  Man, she was going to be able to hold this one over his head for a long time.  Boarding the plane, she pulls out her flask and takes a nice big swig as flying always made her nervous.  It was all such new technology and new always frightened her.  Unfortunately it was a necessity that only whiskey could cure.  Bracing herself for take off, she checks her watch one more time, making note that she's half an hour behind schedule.