Lola Nights

"Shut up and look pretty...."

We arrive at a little private air field and I notice the huge private airplane parked up at the side of the runway. I opened my mouth throw in a xanax and stare in absolute shock, and amazement that I was going to be in that. The driver opened the car door and took my hand as I walked out. 

"Holy shit" I mutter

"He doesn't like bad language so i'd advise to keep that at minimum miss"

I put my hand to my mouth and laugh and thank him for the little tip. I walk to the stairs and through the door and admire the beautiful plane. It had a large fireplace! on a freaking airplane!!!! I began to touch the leather chairs to see if it is real or not. 

"Madam, a glass of champagne for the trip"

I take the glass and walk around getting to know the boundaries, I touch the soft silk cushions noticing the initials engraved in the leather chairs and the marble table, never in my life have I been in anything this expensive. I take a seat down on the sofa admiring the warm air coming from the fire, how the fuck did they get a fireplace in a airplane!!! Im quickly thrown off my thoughts by Nathan arriving on the plane

"I want it now do you hear me. I don't want to wait he's had enough time" 

He walks to what looks like the dining table and places his brief case on top, He takes out his laptop and a ton of paperwork and began to type furiously. The plane door closes and the air hostess hand's him a cup of coffee, I began to question should I have taken the coffee instead of the champagne. 

We begin to take off, and yet he's still ignoring me, not said one word and here I am in his plane sipping champagne. I finish my glass and place it on the coffee table in front, but it is quickly filled up again. 

"Who knew champagne tasted this good" 

He still ignores me and is still typing on his laptop, its like I'm not even there. I start to look at the magazines on the table and flick through them, boring business crap, finance. I was starting to get extremely bored. 

"Is there like anything I can do" 

He still ignores me, the air hostess presses a button and a TV begins to appear. 

"No freaking way this cannot be real" 

She smiles and hands me the remote and fills up my glass, I'm starting to like her more. I scroll through all the movies and finally decide on The Last Song, its my all time favourite. 

A hour later, half a bottle of champagne and I'm having more of a conversation with the air hostess which I now know is called Molly. 

"You know I never liked her, she's too good looking and too cute like no one is that good you know"

"I loved her always in Hannah Montana me and my sister used to watch it" 

I reach for the bottle sitting in the ice bucket, miss and spill it all over the cream carpet, the air hostess runs to get a tool and he stands up, picks up the bottle and places it back in the ice bucket, and picks me up off the ground. 

"I think you have had enough" 

I burst out laughing 

"Oh now Mr fancy pants comes alive" 

He places me on the sofa and goes back to the original spot and I began to hear the clicking of a keyboard. I go over to the table, sit the opposite side and sip my champagne. 

"You should try this its really good, I don't normally drink champagne but this is amazing"

"For 2,500 dollars a bottle it should be"