Topic: Lost

A short set of shorter vignettes:

One:
"Damn sock."

Two:
As the airplane touched down, Joey switched his phone to transmit.  The carry-on under his first-class seat and the roll of cash in his front pocket were all he needed for the weekend, at least now that the two Jack's had settled nicely into his stomach and consciousness.  He smiled one last time at the flight attendant, who he could see facing him near the cockpit door.

A few screen motions later, and he knew the car would be waiting on the upper level.  He felt a strange pride that it would be on the Arrivals deck... he'd ARRIVED.  Two more texts and a response let him know that his buddy was already checked into the casino.

He glanced once more at the stockinged legs facing him.  "Man, this is going to be a GREAT weekend," he thought.

Three:
"Eh, what's it matter that my phone's about out of juice?  I can get to her house on time, no problem."

Four:
It still felt good to have a real book in my hands.  I don't know about all those moderns who want some gadget with a screen to tell them a story.  This is MY book, and MY time.

Geez, I'm tired.  Might as well go to sleep.  Hmmm, must've left the bookmark out in the other room.  That's okay, I'll remember where I left off tomorrow.

<closes  book>

Five:
Jorge was feeling the music all evening.  It was almost magical, how tight the band was hitting it.  He took a brief pause on the frets with his left hand to grab the beer next to him and take a swig.  Wow, wouldn't it be great to use the bottle as a slide?  Oh, yea, that'd be real rock.  He was already starting into the solo in his mind.

Then he realized that everyone else in the band was looking at him oddly.  Shit, what song were they playing again?

Six:
...

Seven:
I HATE MONOPOLY!!!