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Airborn

Kate and Susan waved to acknowledge as the loud noise from the engines made it difficult to be heard.

“How is everything?” he asked. “Like the view from up here?”

“Great, but what’s a girl supposed to drink way up here in the clouds?” Susan asked.

“You’ve had enough to drink,” Kate said. “Really, can we just keep this simple.”

Steve Greenlee walked over to a liquor cabinet, grabbed a bottle of Crown Royal whiskey, and poured it into an plastic cup. He dropped a handful of ice inside the cup and handed it over to Susan. She smiled, grabbed the cup, and downed half of it without taking a breath.

“Really, come on, Greenlee. She’s had enough.”

“Come on, loosen up, honey. Have a drink.”

“I said no!” she yelled. “Now let’s get this thing back on the ground.”

Within a few minutes, the alcohol was having a great effect on Susan, but Steven H. Greenlee sat down next to her and poured her another large cup.

“Look, asshole, she’s gay! Even drunk off her ass, she wouldn’t mess around with someone like you!!”

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