"Yeah, I'm...Christ!" Slav's fingers dug into the armrest on the chair, as he struggled to stay seated and without the fun of whiplash. Despite the ship's obvious attempts to rattle them all like a shelf full of bobblehead dolls. Now, he was not usually cursing constantly, although he had his moments, but just about then all that ran through his head was a constant stream of profanities. Everything he had learned in both English and Spanish over his eighteen years of life.
As the ship lurched immediately to the other side, Slav was reminded of the fact that not only were his three brothers supposed to be spread all over the ship, but that so were their parents. While they were supposed to be in their rooms, you never could really know. Not with those two.
This was a far more exciting New Year's marking than he had expected. And not in a pleasant way.
Between attempting to keep his head from flopping around like a dead fish loosely attached to his neck, the teenager turned to the woman nearby. "What about you?"