When in Sochi

Hit The Ground Running ♡

I need Advil. Tylenol, I don't give a shit, I just need something to calm the nerves. This is unreal.

"Passengers please fasten your seat belts. We will be landing in 10 minutes."

"Oh my God," I moaned. What on earth am I supposed to do?!

As I bit hard into my perfect pink nails, I looked over the schedule again I wrote on my napkin. So this "Shrimp Dick Boehner" guy will meet me at the gate... I'm guessing he's my.. Boss?? Right.

And Gretchen??? My... Assistant? Boss number two?? Awwww I don't know.

While the plane was landing, the TVs had on a bunch of Olympic commercials. I could honestly care less about people living their dreams while I'm stuck in a nightmare.

I finally got off the platform after the plane landed and pulled out my safety napkin.

Geez, when you say it that way, it's like I'm consulting an all-knowing oracle Maxi Pad.

Haha good one, Kira Young. That's a knee slapper! Write a mental note to save that joke for later on when I see Paige and Marilyn-

"KIRA! OVER HERE!"

Someone called me in a deep gruffly voice.

I whirled around.

It was a man in his late 40s I wanna say. He looked scary, with his sharp beady eyes on me and his arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently.

"Yes?" I asked exasperated. Who the flying frick is he...

He's SHRIMP DICK BOEHNER! riiiiighttttt......

"Mr. BOEHNER!" I waved at him. A few people turned to look at me, maybe because I said boner.

The man sighed frustratedly and shook his head, ears turning red.

"It's pronounced BAY-NER, for the umpteenth time!" He nearly yelled.

"Right," I said holding out my hand for him to shake. "Long flight, Mr. Bow-AYY!-ner, sir."

"Quit with the whole Mr. Boehner thing, you always call me by my first name."

I looked at him like I was faded.

"What was that again?"

"Put yourself together,Young! Jesus Christ..."

"So your name's...Jesus? No, it's Chris! Right?"

"It's NICK!" He yelled as a vein throbbed under his neck.

"Riiiiight," I whispered as I shrank back timidly. No wonder the contact said Dick Boner; it was really NICK BOEHNER! Well, BAY-ner.

I felt like an utter idiot. There was another man next to him. He was younger and better looking.

"You must be... Shrimp? Shrimpie? Bubba Gump?"

"It's Gretchen," Nick answered, obviously annoyed. "What's gotten into you?"

I looked at the other man in surprise. Gretchen?! Ohhhhkayyyyyy... He must be gay or a tranee or something....

"Jet lag?" I made the fakest yawn ever and smiled.

Nick shook his head and grumbled.

"We took the liberty to get your luggage from the baggage claim and everything. All you need to do is wait for your car rental and check into your hotel. Everything's set up for you, you just gotta show up. We'll meet you at the Olympic Village in a few hours. Gretchen and I have to catch a last minute flight to Switzerland to verify my Swiss Bank account, courtesy of Interpol. Hate that idea, having a recovering communist nation host the Olympics, what the hell were they thinking? Now my credit card's invalid, what the hell is this?"

I nodded my head even though I didn't have a clue what he was saying.

"You're absolutely right, sir... Nick!"

"Yes, well, we gotta get going. Still gotta go through that Duty Free. Wanna get some champagne before, though. See you soon."

I waved. "Bye!"

See, this isn't so bad. I'm a big girl now. If only Paige and Marilyn can see... Now where do I go? Oh yeah... Car rentals..

SHIT. I CAN'T DRIVE.

Well there's nothing else I can do, the car's already waiting for me....

Awwww!!!! This IS hard. I hate this.

So I took the shuttle to get to the Enterprise station. And, I was right. There was already a car waiting for me. It was a... Mini Cooper.

"Come on, Boner, you can do better!" I subconsciously said aloud.

"What was that?" The clerk/person/whoever the heck works at car rentals asked.

"Nothing," I said quickly. "For Kira Young?"

The person waved his hand towards the mini-cooper.

"Thanks."

Shoot... Where's the hotel supposed to be?!

"Um excuse me?" I asked the clerk. "Where's the nearest five-star hotel?"

He gave me the address for a Marriott Ski Resort.

"Thanks again!" I called back to him as I got in the car.

Then I took a huge breath and gulped as my confused fingers played with the bottoms.

I don't even know how to drive.