Her Ravaged Life

Ch. -4-

 “Miss, we are starting our descend shortly. Would you like some last refreshments?” Purrs the annoyingly beautiful flight attendant.

 “How many did I already have?” I ask cause it is getting quite difficult to remember. I know I finished my first two chutes of champagne but how many after that? 

 “I am not counting but you are on your second bottle Miss.” She smiles pitifully and I can feel how sorry she feels for me. 

 But why? I am travelling like a superstar, I am drinking great champagne and I am delightfully drunk. I should feel sorry for her, she has to cater to me while sober and looking at my now lopsided face. I smile to myself and then it hits me!

 s**t! 

 I cannot go to the interview drunk! What the f**k Gianna! I am stupid! f*****g stupid. 

 “Coffee! Black! And please make it stronger than Dwayne Johnson on steroids.” I sputter like a crazy person.

 “No problem Miss,” she says as she scurries to the front of the aircraft.

 Why am I like that? One sip of alcohol and there is no stopping me. I kind of think it is not alcoholism but maybe alcohol-lover-ism. And that is my drunk brain trying to be smartass. I am really going to f**k this up.

 “Here you go darling,” she hands me my coffee while giving another pitiful look and hurries back.

 b***h. 

 I gulp down my coffee and regret it instantly. It burns, it burns so bad. 

 Now I am drunk mess, jumping in my seat gasping for cool air like freaking bulldog. 

 “Miss, please stay seated!” She calls to me when I try to make my way to the bathroom.

 No problem. No f*****g problem. I sit back down and buckle myself to the seat. Only soiling myself was missing but I have couple of minutes to make that happen. 

 Lets just wait.

 As soon as the wheels touch down I sprint towards the restroom and there is no stopping me.

 After dealing with the main issue I try to make my appearance little more presentable. Cold water and little pep talk can do miracles. And to be honest the alcohol glimmer in my eyes is actually kind of sexy. Lets just hope I am not the only one to think that.

 I walk back to my seat and the sexmachine flight attendant is sending me scolding looks but I guess she would prefer me running around instead of pee soaked seat to clean up.

 Anyway I dismiss her scold and try to work out a game plan in my alcohol infested brain on how to rock this interview and prove my worth to my incompetent boss.

 I close my eyes and wait for the plan to come to me. 

 Hello? Plan? I am waiting?

 And then I feel it. Damp cloth covers my mouth and nose and right before everything goes black I get a last glimpse of the flight attendant looking at me with a smirk. b***h!