down the hatch.

I should have known that he wasn't to be trusted when I spotted his sharkskin boots. A wall-sized aquarium installed in a lear jet—what could be more decadent? But the money was good and the pet store was a bore, so I agreed. We were cruising at 41,000 ft when he popped the forth bottle of champagne and announced that anyone who wanted another glass was going to have to swallow a live goldfish to get it. Unfortunately, those girls still looked pretty thirsty.