I’m tired, and I don’t really like this bit of writing, but here it is:
Nick asked, “Do you believe in God, Donna?”
More than a whiff of vodka came blasting out of his mouth. Donna stared at him, frowning fiercely.
The stewardess shimmied up to their aisle. Before she could speak, Donna placed her hand on the stewardess’s and said, “No more for him, please.”
When she’d gone, Donna turned towards her boyfriend and hissed, “What the hell are you doing?”
His eyes bore into hers beseechingly. Then, he said, in a low voice, “If I tell you, do you promise not to get pissed at me? Because I swear to God, it’s the truth.”
Donna gave an exasperated sigh. “What is it?”
He turned his red, moist eyes to her, grabbed her hands, and whispered, “I just met the devil in the bathroom.”
The creases around her mouth deepened and her words became very slow and very measured. “I’m going to get up to stretch my legs, and when I come back you’d better be trying to sleep off whatever the hell you smoked while you were in there, or I’m going to kill you.”
She got up with a huff and sauntered down the aisle.
Next to him, the voice cackled in Nick’s ear. “Told you she wouldn’t listen to you.”
Nick placed his face in his hands and whimpered.