Summary:

“Hey, Hollander, it’s your turn to tell the story,” Wyatt Hayes interrupts from the row behind them. 

“The what?” Shane questions, looking to Ilya, who only manages to give him a sort of sympathetic look. “Is this some kind of hazing thing you didn’t tell me about?”

Troy Barrett’s head pops up from the row in front of him. “It’s something we do every flight. Harris told the story about his sister and a skunk on that first flight after the incident in Tampa, and it kinda became a thing. Helps to calm everyone’s nerves.”

“Oh,” Shane says, feeling nervous and kind of annoyed already. “Just like…any story?”

“Usually it’s something funny. Pretty simple stuff,” Nick Chouinard tells him. “But you’ve got to stand in the aisle and project so we can all hear you.” 

“Oh, but I don’t have that loud of a voice,” he tries to say, but it doesn’t seem like anyone is listening, an excited rumble moving through the team. 

Fucking great.

“So, the first time Ilya met my parents was so bad.”

“How bad was it?” Hayes deadpans, and everyone laughs again.

Shane swallows. "I'm so glad you asked."