After an hour in the air, she finally had the drink she wanted so desperately earlier and was feeling much more relaxed as a result. She hadn’t eaten anything due to her apprehension toward flying, and that together with the couple of Dramamine she had swallowed, meant she was definitely feeling much more calm. Noticing that it was only ten AM, she looked down at her drink before partaking. She summed that it was seven AM in Alaska, and felt guilty for drinking so early... but she was sure no one was keeping tabs on her. It had to be happy hour somewhere in the world. Just the fact that she was being hurled through the air at a speed of 565 miles per hour in a hunk of metal that weighed in at 147,000 pounds... it just seemed unnatural. The wings weren’t flapping. Nothing was flapping for t
