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I am soooo utterly sorry that i can't tell. BUT i do have reasonS. Its at the end of the chapter. Right now you guys just enjoy the bickering. <3
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I first took off to the cabinet where shit load of air hostesses were standing, preparing for the flight.
Why do we even need air hostesses in this era? Can't we get whatever we want by getting up ourselves? And I'm sure everyone knows how to put on a seatbelt, for God's sake!
"Good Morning and Welcome aboard Miss Pierce, how may I help you?" A lady in her early fifties said with a kind smile as soon as she saw me coming towards the cabinet but I didn't have time for pleasantries.
I had places to be, people to displease and stomach to feed... With caffeine.
"Yea thanks, can I get a cup of coffee. One cream and two sugars. And I also kinda need a lot of...clay?" I asked nonchalantly.
As I finished, I had the attention of every hostess and quite the attention it was. With their pretty mouths hanging open and showing their pearly whites out for display.
The one who'd greeted me on my entrance was the first to recover and offered me a look which shouted 'I think you're- crazy- and- I- want- to- suggest- you- check- yourself- in- mental hospital- but- it- might- cost- me- my- job- so- I- am- going to- communicate- it- all- through- my- eyes',
"Um, Miss your coffee will be ready in a few and will be provided to you on your seat as soon as we take off. As for the clay, I don't think we have it in the plane. However, I might be able to find some mud for you from the plants on the plane. Will that work?" She offered with a hesitant look visible on her face.
"That would be great." I answered, flashing a grateful smile in her direction.
I was going to do all this procedure in hotel before leaving but due to the circumstances, it became a difficulty.
She wore gloves over her perfectly manicured hands and bright nail art as she moved to another direction, a plastic shopping bag in hand.
Turning to the other hostesses who were still recovering from their shock, as they watched their fellow's retreating back. Geez, women. I didn't send her to kill someone. Close those mouths.
I cleared my throat to grab their attention.
They blinked, slowly butting their heads to look back at me but it wasn't the same cheerful expression they'd given when I entered. Judgemental Bitches.
"I also need a backpack with a lot coke cans. By a lot I mean at least fifteen." I announced.
They all eyed me suspiciously, horrified beyond anything and I just smiled weakly, hoping it was enough assuring that I wasn't going to exactly drink them all by myself and kill myself for sugar poisoning.
One of the girl in her mid-thirties, grabbed a spare bag from one of the compartment and stuffed it with a lot of cans making a clicking sound while the rest of us watched her work.
Just as she finished, the lady with the bag full of mud returned.
Smiling triumphantly, I grabbed both things from them.
"Thanks oh and please bear with my behavior for the rest of flight however I can guarantee you, I'm nothing like what I'm about to portray. We can still be friends if you want to." I cheerily said, skipping back to the main room.
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The Deception Game
Action"One hell of a welcome, don't you think?" "Meh, you forgot the red carpet." "I was hoping to use your blood to make it." **** Their lives are far away from the lines of normality. With centuries old feud finally rising to its highest peak...
