In my process of redoing some of my work…I'm going to make this more readable…cuz considering the fact I read it back and was like "what the hell was I on that day"—that is not a good sign. So hopefully this version will be better. I switched it to one POV. You'll probably guess who it is.
Author's Notes: Ah Mile-High…and no…I'm not talking about the football stadium. Heee I had to do it. (that sounds soooo wrong) In no way is this in character…but I wanted to have some fun with the Geeks.
I seem to be having fun with POV's lately. Ah well…it works.
Read On!
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"I take it that's not blood."
You got that right.
"No—but there's protein in it."
Kinky.
"Oh. The Mile-High Club. That means that two passengers may have had no idea what was going on in that cabin."
I know I wouldn't.
"High altitude enhances the sexual experience. It increases the euphoria."
That it does.
"Well, it's good. But I don't know if it's that good."
Silence.
Did she say what I think she just said?
"Cite your source."
My source?
"Hand me a swab, please."
Good. Yes, avoid. That's good. Play it cool.
"You're avoiding the question."
Obviously.
"Enhances sexual experience, increases euphoria...cite your source."
Um…
"A magazine."
A magazine? That's the best you could come up with?
"What magazine?"
Shit.
"Applied Psychodynamics in Forensic Science."
Sounds reasonable.
"Never heard of it."
Neither have I.
"I'll get you a subscription."
Boo-Yah.
"Now cite your source."
She's looking at me funny.
"Oh, so now you want to go down that road."
A duh.
"You started it."
Is she blushing?
"Delta Airlines. Flight 1109, Boston to Miami. March '93, Ken Fuller."
'93?
"Hazel eyes."
'93?! Did I know you then?!
"Organic Chem lab TA, BMOC, over-rated...in every aspect."
O no. I didn't.
"Could we get back to work please?"
She's embarrassed. Better her than me.
"Yeah?"
Better her than me.
"I think due to your firsthand knowledge and experience in airplane bathrooms—"
As in, "Who's a ho?"
"You should do the swab."
She really is, bright red.
She's still thinks it's funny.
Sara Sara Sara.
And to think…I thought I knew you.
I thought I knew you.
Silence.
"What magazine again?"
Shit.