“You’re Too Drunk”
Cleopatra’s 20-foot-long velvet barge- with its modern windows
- recalled antediluvian monsters
- an embarrassing experience for everyone involved.
- Where are these live chickens coming from?
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“You’re too drunk to even be fun,” Fleur said. She dragged me through the airship to her suite. Her grand bed was modeled after Cleopatra’s 20-foot-long velvet barge. I was not permitted to sleep in it, though. Instead, my wife tucked me into the small husband-bed that sat by the footboard like a pet basket, and whispered about how this suite, with its modern windows and elaborate wallpaper, recalled antediluvian monsters and gothic horrors, and how the design meeting with the first decorator was an embarrassing experience for everyone involved.
“The second decorator really nailed my vision, don’t you agree?” She seemed genuinely pleased. “Get some sleep.” She tapped me on the forehead. “When you awaken you will be surrounded by live chickens, all ready to lay your breakfast.”
“Fleur,” I mumbled through sleepy lips. “Where are these live chickens coming from?”
“Colloquilia. We’ll be arriving exactly on time for the summit, assuming the winds cooperate.”
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