The logic was: “At a higher altitude, your blood thins out. The alcohol will take effect quicker.”

You do a double shot of Absolut. Chase it with a ginger ale. Nurse a Corona.

Liquor before beer...

Didn’t eat this morning, all your time spent packing last minute. Don’t want to waste valuable real estate that could be used for booze.

You’re in the air, clutching a plastic and aluminum arm rest. You’re asked if you would like something to drink.

They only have cans. Of domestics.

Then there’s the drop.

You close your eyes.

© Branden Palomo

An entry to this year's RN&R fiction contest, written on a plane headed to Las Vegas...

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