Spy ya Later: Saved for Rochelle: ( Yea I know stupid title)

Blake
he came walking up to her draggin his feat. "Could have waited, on the damn thing, instead of looking angry standing here waiting." he smirked

Pheobe:
"I can't do that if theres no plane here idiot." I said looking around the empty hanger.

Blake
he looked around as if he just noticed...he was a little buzzed... "oh.." he chuckled. "Well, looks like we'll have to walk." he joked

Pheobe:
"Are you drunk or something?" I asked looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

Blake
he smirked. "Now Pheebs. what would give you that idea?" he said

Pheobe:
I walked up to him and stood right in front of him and took a deep breath. "Because you smell like vodka." I said looking at him then backed up.

Pheobe:
I walked up to him and stood right in front of him and took a deep breath. "Because you smell like vodka." I said looking at him then backed up.

Blake
"Well sorry, substance controll. it's not like we're gunna b doing anything till we get there."

Pheobe:
I rolled my eyes then watched as a plane rolled into the hanger. I sighed and grabbed my bag. "Just don't barf all over me." I said looking at him.

Blake
"I'm buzzed, not drunk your highness." he said, getting onto the plane

Phoebe:
"Like that makes any difference." I said as I took my seat. I sighed then pulled out the file again and looked at where we would be staying. Some high end hotel poseing as a rich couple there for vacation.

Blake
he smirked. "So...anything I should know about my new wife?" he teased.

Phoebe:
I glared at him then looked out the window as we took off. "She hates cuddling, and wants a divorce as soon as possible."

Blake
"Aww come on...we're suposed to be newlyweds..those are happy times........." he said fading out as he looked out the window

i gtg

Phoebe:
I turned my head and looked at him. "Whats wrong?" I asked looking at the expression on his face.

Blake
he cleared his throat and lookover at her. "Nothing." he smiled. "So..." he said opening his folder.

Pheobe:

I looked over at him and rolled my eyes. "So what.." I asked again and turned in my seat to face him.

Blake
"So I'll take the couch, you can have the bed." he said. "Where should we go on our first 'date' to play up our cover?"

Pheobe:

"Umm, well.." I said then looked down at my file. "Like dancing?" I asked. "The Prime Minister is supposed to be gong to some kind of club tonight. Hope you brought something nice to wear. My 'husband' dosen't dress like a dork."

Blake
he gave her a glaring look. "I'm not useless or stupid." he said

Pheobe:

I smirked and took out my headphones and turned on some music. "You said it...not me." I said then closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep.

Blake
he flipped her off. and stared out the window

Pheobe:

"Thats not going to help you in anway..." I said with a smirk then turned over in my seat. Just 5 more hours of this and we'd be in Russia.

Blake
i rolled my eyes and reclined my chair so i could sleep