Mountains... Village... Monsters

Two guys came out on the porch of the house and began to discuss something. "well, Linch, let's do it tomorrow. Why the fuck should we go there today? - John was whining as usual, which did not please Lynch at all. - because tomorrow, it will already rain, and this is not the most favorable weather for such trips, and besides, we will start earlier - we will finish earlier. - well, exactly, but what if, thanks to the rain, everything goes through one place? - when we get there, we'll find out. Now sit down and buckle up. We'll write down the eyeliner on the spot. You need to go to the airport, you drive the car. - and why me?! - because I wanted to. - the guy uttered this phrase with a slight grin. "you owe me, I'll remember that. - come on, remember, damn. Drive the car. Silence reigned between the friends on the way. John drove the car and occasionally mumbled something to himself. And Lynch, in turn, just looked out the window, often glancing at John and at the road ahead. An hour later they were already at their destination - the airport. - we've arrived! With these traffic jams, it didn't take any half an hour. - the writer said indignantly, but looking away, he fell silent at his FAST-sleeping friend. - I probably fell asleep again only in the morning. Hey, sleeping beauty, wake up! - what the hell is "sleeping beauty" right away? And why yell? Lynch asked in a sleepy, hoarse voice and a note of indignation. - you need to sleep at night, not in the car. Have arrived. - pushing another sleepy friend, John said. - John damn! - What's "John"? The quarrel ended in a draw, and the guys went to the airport. After receiving the tickets and boarding the plane, they began to wait. Five minutes later, Lynch was sleeping peacefully. Again. - still, he needs to sleep, otherwise he will fall asleep again in the middle of the case. What am I going to do with it? So in silence, though, what kind of silence? Someone broke something, once someone fell. The others had a fight, not in the literal sense of course, then there was some kind of stench, from which Lynch woke up. Someone else brought alcohol on the plane. In general, the flight was fun. Well, how can these two not put on adventures before the start of the case?