Wheels up and Jon secretly prays for silence, but that isn't going to happen.
As Jon reaches to close the window cover, hoping to get some sleep, he feels a loud push on his seat.  Startled, he looks up to Tico standing there, a Marlboro hanging from his lips.  "What going on Jon, you're never late."

Jon was irritated by the question.  Maybe it's because he's severely hungover, maybe it's because he's never late or maybe it's because he's feeling a guilt that he's never ever ever felt before.  "Time got away from me T.  It's no big deal."  Jon takes his jacket and bunches it up into a ball, to use as a pillow.  He tucks it between the plane wall and his head and closes his eye, hoping, hell even praying that they all leave him alone.

Tico is a little upset with Jon.  One glitch in the plan and it can snowball into the next project that they have.  But right now, all that they all want to do is get back to New Jersey and get the record done.  Done and sent off to press, they were ready to take the next step in their journey.

Mid flight, Richie was taking a look at Jon, seeing the differences in just one night, Richie can see that something is off, something is very wrong.  He gets up and takes the seat next to Jon and nudges him with his elbow, "You wanna tell me what happened last night?  I went to get us all another round and you disappeared.  Where did you go?"

Jon rolls his head, gives Richie a little stink eye and says, "I went back to the hotel.  WHY?"  He's getting angry, as he's not sure why they are all questioning him.  He doesn't thin that they can see the change, they can see the guilt.

"Who did you take back to the hotel?  I know Monica is in town and when you stepped off that elevator, you did the walk of shame, so who was she?"

"Rich!  Stop."

"Fuck you man, who were you with?"  Richie is getting upset with Jon at this point.  "What skank did you take back to the hotel?  Was it the red head that wanted us both?  The brunette that stripped just on your command or the blonde that drank too much and didn't even know her own name?"

"STOP!"  Jon wraps his jacket around hid head, trying to drown out the pestering.

"Bullshit, I can see that you're guilty.  Are you going to tell Monica or am I?"

Jon cannot contain his rage, the rage that came from a place he didn't even know existed.  With one swift move, he punches Richie in the face.  "Fuck you and stay out of my business."  Richie falls into the seats across the aisle and rubs his jaw, in shock that he was just hit by his best friend, and over an issue that didn't even involve him.  Jon went back to trying to sleep, wrapping the jacket around his head again.