"I was a real hell raiser as a kid . . ."
"Listen, Scott." Her demeanor turned serious. "Are you willing to do something outrageous right now? And go through with it?"
Here was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen asking him to make a borderline insane promise. Her painted lips broke into a lush smile. Ten minutes to the last flight.
"I'm game. What is it?" Scott played along. He could always say no. Right?
"Wait here a minute." Sonja grabbed her purse and dashed out of the bar. Scott's eyes followed her in stunned amazement.
Scott finished his beer and the clock indicated that the last flight to New York had left. He wondered what was keeping Sonja so long, and then she suddenly whisked back into the bar.
"C'mon, we have to hurry." Sonja shuffled papers in and out of her purse. She threw enough money on the bar to cover their drinks.
Scott scooted off of his bar stool laughing. "Hurry? Where're we going?"
"Shhhh, get your bags," Sonja said urgently. "You do have a passport don't you?" She asked with concern.
"I just came from Europe, yeah." His bewilderment was clear while he retrieved his luggage.