My Intoxication

“Oh my god, oh my god” Frank squealed, jumping up and down on the seat.
“Calm the hell down, the plane hasn’t even took off yet”
“So … excited… can’t… calm… down” He murmered.
When the plane did take off, I clung to Frank.
“What’s the matter?” Frank asked, trying to detach himself from me. He failed.
“I hate flying. I’m paranoid and think it’s going to crash or be invaded by terrorists”
He laughed at me and pulled me into him and put his arm around me. He was warm and soft, so I didn’t object. Before I could even thank him, I was asleep.

Tragik woke me up sometime later.
“The plane stopped to refuel,” She explained.
“How long have we been on this plane?” Frank grumbled.
“Aw, what happened to Mr. I’m-so-fucking-happy-that-I-jump-up-and-down?” Gee snorted. I had to laugh, that was so true.
“Seriously, how long has it been?”
“Uh, we’re halfway there. So … 17 hours just about”
“Gah, I want to be there now” Frank whined.
“Mood swing, much?”
We all laughed except Frank.

“Lets play a game!” I suggested.
“Like?” Tragik asked.
Hmm.
“Patty cake!” I squealed.
“Only you”