<blockquote><div><cite>Gunther wrote:</cite>Shortly after take off, Mr. Najafi fell into a well deserved rest, sleeping through several bouts of rough turbulence over the North Atlantic.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>As promptly as one would expect for the price of a first class ticket on one of these things, the stewardess appeared with a genuine smile and willingness to help.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/8f/9a/3a/8f9a3a6fd33b3e50d39ad17d9d8f60d3.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Yes miss?"</span><br/><br/>"Can I get a refill please?" Gwen managed to pronounce each word clearly enough, or at least clearly to her ears. This drink would join the four in the pre flight lobby in getting her into the pleasant haze of numbness where the stresses of her job couldn't reach. The stewardess gave a nod and went to the dedicated first class bar to prepare the drink. Unseen to Gwen, the stewardess was rolling her eyes in exacerbation at having another 'alchy' to deal with. There was always one per flight and those in first class tended to be the worst with their sense of privilege. There had been a couple of flights in her career which had been diverted due to intoxicated passengers.<br/><br/>The drink promptly appeared in Gwen's cup holder and she wasted no time in downing it. The stewardess looked on in disapproval as Gwen swung the glass in her direction.<br/><br/>"Another! If you would be so kind."<br/><br/>Not paying attention to the force of her arm movement, the glass was flung out of her hand and into the lap of the adjacent passenger. A middle aged woman of no noticeable features, she yelped in sunrise and pain as the thick, heavy bottomed tumbler stuck her stomach.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Hey!"</span><br/><br/>Her accent was a thick southern drawl and the volume of her voice sent stirs across the first class cabin as some of the half asleep passengers turned to see what the commotion was.