Mathias pulled the bottle out of the side pocket as soon as they were situated in the limo and took a gulp of it, sighing softly as he closed his eyes and let his mind numb. He hated planes. Hated them with a passion of fire that would burn Satan. He felt his mind and body numb with the effects of the alcohol. He glanced over at Victor and said, "Its a couple hours until we get to the airport. Are you going to sleep?" He was actually still more sober than not, but eh. He didn't much care. If the other man wanted to carry a conversation along the way, that was all good. If not, well, Mathias had his bottle to keep him company.<br/><br/>"You need to relax. Dad's enemies are going to be on us immediately if you don't loosen up. The story we're pretending is you and I are friends, we're going on a relaxing vacation away from it all. So...act like...some...chill teenager...not...your father..." He was stating a fact, the guy was way too uptight.