Wooo! They were actually doing it!

@#$%, nobody else seemed excited, but Juniper had never been on a flight before. She was practically bouncing in her seat. It wasn't much different than being in a car as they coasted out onto the runway, but as soon as they actually took to the air all of those descriptions she'd read up about online seemed pretty accurate. A little stomach drop, a weird dizzy sensation in her brain, and then-

urp! She was gonna get sick, wasn't she?!

Phasing out the majority of her midsection seemed to help. She waited a beat just to make sure, and when she hadn't hurled on anything yet she called herself good.

Huh, was it kinda cold all of the sudden? Eh, she supposed that's what happened with an ice man flying the jet.

Oblivious, Juniper unbuckled herself and turned to face the two other girls she had for company.

Mystery hotty was introducing herself to invnci-brat. Huh. Princess was a pretty weird first name. Then again, she really didn't have much room to talk, did she? She waited for the short Blonde to response, so as not to interrupt, and then piped up to answer Blondie's question.

"I don't always surround myself with greasy old dudes, Blondie. I run into absurdly attractive people just about every time I turn a corner." She aimed a thumb back toward the cockpit where Sam and Cora were. "The one flying the jet is Sam. He's pretty cool."

... It was impossible to talk about him and not drop cold related puns left and right, wasn't it? It was like some sort of cheesy disney curse!

She turned her attention to Princess, and grinned. "Nice to meet you, i'm Juniper."

She shifted her big sunglasses up to rest on top of her head. "Shouldn't be any fighting or anything where we're going. Just a nice, relaxing get away."

But maybe with some beach babes, and some other party elements. Who knew!

"Well, unless Sam wants to like, wrestle a shark or something."

Cora could hear the conversation behind her, and tried her best not to laugh. Okay, she smirked a little to herself. It was hard not to with Sam's evident discomfort. While she ignored the 12-year-old the first go around with the random nick-names (really, she could have been given a worse one, with her Mohawk and all) she was able to pick up on the element that they were with royalty. Ah, the plot thickened. A princess. From Atlantis.

"Yes, maybe you can be a dear and warm things up..." Cora said, the smile pushing at the corners of her mouth. "I didn't realize you were in with royalty, Sam. That seems like quite the position." She let the innuendos sneak their way in, the coral threads on his hand flashing for a second where only he could see. While there was a faint vein of jealousy in her own stomach, there was also the sensation of a challenge. Was she competing against a princess for Sam? That seemed a little extreme.

Wait, why would she be competing at all? It wasn't like there was a prize to win. Or was there. She was still glad the sunglasses covered her own eyes. It would be very easy for this taunting to flip against her.

As a distraction, she checked their navigation, monitors, and set to familiarizing herself with the jet. She had gone on a few flights with her dad back in the day. Good way to get to a climbing spot was to fly, after all. This was a bit more complex, but nothing she couldn't handle, just getting her to pause her mocking long enough to give him actual copilot assistance. Then she settled back again, looking amused.

Hawaii with Sam. Well, Sam and a kid, and Juniper and a princess. This could either be romantic or a complete and utter disaster. She wondered if she had packed any whisky in her bag. She would want that later. Heck, if she wasn't actually up front she would want that now. Be a dear.... That sounded awful familiar. Just how many people did this guy run around and sleep with, anyway?

The woman didn't know what a disney villain was, did she? "Oh, man... Can we make Hunchback our in flight movie, Tater? We gotta learn this chick some culture."


L did notice the chill in the air, though those things didn't bother her as much as they might others; once your body got used to the fact that it couldn't freeze to death, a chill in the air wasn't as important. A hand was offered to her, and she looked up at it for a second before reaching over and shaking it.

"EllaLouise Gartner, heiress of the Gartner fortune. Bad Bi$#h extraordinaire." Since they were throwing out titles, she would simply have to get in on it.

L's eyes went flat as she looked to Juniper after her random encounters with hotties statement. "Jelly. Hi Sam, I'm gonna call you Snowcone." What? He was all icy.

So, there they were. Taterthot, Dope Cut, Snow Cone, PrincessAmethystofAtlantis, and God Empress Ellalouise Gartner, all on a plane to Hawaii.

This was gonna be epic.
"If he wrestles a shark, I demand he does it in a speedo."

”Sure thing duchess.” Sam said instinctively when she requested for him to turn up the heat. It wasn’t her fault of the situation he was in but her calling him a dear didn’t help. In fact no one was currently helping Sam, not even himself.

Ice started to flake off his body as he regained some semblance of control on himself. The icemancer shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he looked over his shoulder hoping they would talk to him more so it wouldn’t be just him and Cora in the situation she was clearly enjoying. ”Again.” Sam said chiming to Juniper about wrestling a shark.

Shifting his gaze over to Cora he raised an eyebrow ice no longer covering his face. Just his aviators, ”Turning off the cold.” Sam repeated and nodded his head. He didn’t’ make any adjustments other than his control over his powers and turned it off. The last thing he wanted to do was show any of the women in the jet he wasn’t in control of something. ”Yeah, living in the mansion does give me a bunch of opportunities to meet people like the princess.” just meet nothing else.

Yep, he could bull **** with the best of them. He tried to ignore the colored thread other than smirking slightly to Cora. He didn’t know why she was giving him such a hard time. It wasn’t like they were anything other than friends. Who seemed very attracted to each other.

”I answer to Sam too.” he called back to the third voice still not looking back to see her. He had to make sure everything was great and he didn’t want any of the women to lock eyes with him if he took them off the horizon. Once the coordinates were in and he was comfortable with the readings on everything he hit autopilot and stood up without a word.

”Juniper…. You mind helping me with something real quick in the back.” he looked to Cora and then smirked, ”You got it from here right?” as he stood up he placed a hand on her shoulder and let it linger for a second before he pointed to the back cockpit where the door was. It was then he realized there was a kid with them. Now he felt bad he told Eve she couldn’t come with but to be fair in his mind there would have been more of an adult theme. Clearly there was some miscommunication going on. Sam shook his head and quickly walked out of the cockpit waiting for Juniper.

Everyone seemed excited about their collective outing to Hawaii. Amethyst only knew Sam, and was suspicious about the others, but the whole thing still beat staying alone in the Mansion while her concubine went to a tropical island in the company of other women. Not that she was jealous. Concubines were allowed to have their own relations, as long as they kept their priorities straight. And yes, the two other adults were, as the child pointed out, also attractive.

>>"I don't always surround myself with greasy old dudes, Blondie. I run into absurdly attractive people just about every time I turn a corner. The one flying the jet is Sam. He's pretty cool."

Alright, so not all of them knew each other either. That made Amethyst feel better. For once, she was not the only newcomer to the party.

>>"Oh, man... Can we make Hunchback our in flight movie, Tater? We gotta learn this chick some culture."

The child spoke some weird language akin to English. Oh well. Amethyst turned her attention to the blonde.

>>"Nice to meet you, i'm Juniper. Shouldn't be any fighting or anything where we're going. Just a nice, relaxing get away... Well, unless Sam wants to like, wrestle a shark or something."

>>"EllaLouise Gartner, heiress of the Gartner fortune. Bad Bi$#h extraordinaire. If he wrestles a shark, I demand he does it in a speedo."

Amethyst was still not sure about the language, but at least the child sounded like she was nobility, even if not royalty. And heiress. That explained why she would be traveling in adult company.
Amethyst wondered what a speedo was, but Sam was not in a helpful mood.

>>”Sure thing duchess. Turning off the cold.”

The ice disappeared. Sam still looked uncomfortable. He walked to the back of the jet with Juniper, leaving the flight to the other woman. Amethyst, left with the strange-tongued child, leaned over.

"So... how are you acquainted with Sam? You and Juniper and... her?" she nodded at the woman in the pilot's seat "Is he also their concubine?"

Oh hell no. Frollo is creepy as @#$%." She shuddered. She was still catching up on all of the movies and shows she had missed out on as a kid, and had recently been delving into the Disney classics. Hunchback was a good film, with a good villain. Too good. Hearing the character singing his baddie song made her skin crawl.

"I'd vote Lilo and Stitch. It's based in Hawaii!"

She got lost in the rest of the introduction and blinked at the short blonde. An heiress? Didn't that mean she was stacked or something? Why had it taken the pipsqueak so damn long to get the money she had owed her in the first place?!

She chortled at the idea of Sam wrestling a shark in a speedo, and then the man in question threw back an all too innocent sounding 'Again' that forced her to swing back around to face the cockpit. "What do you mean again?! You've wrestled sharks before? Holy @#$%!"

She turned back around to face the two other girls and join the conversation again, still oblivious to the discomfort rolling off of the only male on the jet in waves.

"Hm?" Turning and blinking at him, it too a moment for her to catch up to his question. "Oh, yeah sure." She stood and followed after him, shooting a brief but curious glance back toward where Cora was sitting.

"What'cha need help with?" What had Blondie called him? Snowcone? Heh.

Cora was trying not to listen too closely to the other conversations, feeling like they would only stir that feeling of discomfort growing somewhere in her stomach. Why did she care how Sam knew anyone else? It wasn’t like she was attached to him. Threads changed colors all the time, it wasn’t like they had more than a growing crush, and he obviously was having certain adult relationships with two of them...

She focused on flying. She needed to make sure they were getting to Hawaii safely so she could kill Juniper there. Yup. She needed everyone alive until then.

That plan was stalled when the princess asked if Cora and Juniper were also concubines. Cora burst out laughing before she could stop herself. ”He wishes! I don’t bed as easily as you Atlanteans apparently do!”[/b][/color] she yelled back.

Concubine! Sam was really just a plaything for a princess? She wanted to rub that in his face so much now! She also wanted to cut a few threads but that was not jealousy. Nope. Not jealousy at all.

L was somewhat of an opportunist at heart. She always had been. She picked up on the princess not dismissing her outright. Had the title actually done something for her? "Oh, but the villain in Lelo and Stitch isn't nearly as evil." She smiled a bit and leaned back in her chair, tilting a head toward Juniper as Sam called her to the back.

"Mile high club?" She grinned and looked over to the princess as she was asked about the people there. Her grin widened, and he crossed her legs. "I don't really know Mr. SnowCone, Reading some of the context in this lovely floating box, I'ma guess that he's just a dirty dirty man ho. So yes, something like that."

The tension up front was dummy thicc; the internet could name it, personify it and make it into a large chested anime waifu it was so pronounced. L, being the aforementioned opportunist, decided it was time to learn more. She looked to the princess, and motioned toward the cockpit, climbing from her seat and heading toward the front.

"Soooo, Dope cut... Seems like Snow Cone's busy in the back with taterthot. Mile high club won't join itself. Wachu doin up here?"

Once the doors closed behind them Sam folded his arms and stared down Juniper. ” You invited Cora and a kid…” he scratched the back of his head, not really sure where to go from there. ”I don’t know how you know Cora but things between us are...hazy.” Sam said trying to find the best way to put their relationship.

”and now I’m stuck on a jet with the girl I… like and two women I have slept with… frequently and now a child.” Sam grabbed the bridge of his nose. ”I can always jump ship if I need to right?” Sam asked sort of joking sort of panicking as he reached for the cooler. ”You do realize you have made things difficult for me right?” he said knowing that didn’t include stealing a jet. Sam cursed.

The icemancer shifted uncomfortably wishing he didn’t wake up today. Maybe he could have just slept in. Or even planned out an actually guest list with Juniper instead of a ‘few’ friends. Sam sighed heavily and then opened up a compartment, revealing a cooler full of alcoholic drinks. Obviously he wasn’t planning on drinking any till they landed but he figured seeing as it was Juniper’s first time flying she might as well enjoy a buzz while she did it.

”Figured this would hold the crew over until we got to the beach.” Sam said as he hefted it. ”At least hit some music for the flight and help me make it less awkward?” Sam asked hoping she’d be willing to help.

There was a brief debate about something called Disney, which apparently had something to do with Hawaii, but then the blonde named Juniper was called away to the back, and Amethyst was distracted by inquiring about the status of the two other adult women.

The lady driving the jet sounded amused by the idea of having Sam as a concubine.

>>”He wishes! I don’t bed as easily as you Atlanteans apparently do!”

Oh. Cultural differences. Amethyst kept forgetting about them.

"Oh. Do you need help with that? He really is quite accomplished."

>>"I don't really know Mr. SnowCone, Reading some of the context in this lovely floating box, I'ma guess that he's just a dirty dirty man ho. So yes, something like that."

"Dirty man ho?" the princess arched an eyebrow. That did not sound like a concubine. Concubines were expected to maintain decent personal hygiene. She glanced towards Sam, who was on his way back, with a box full of what looked like liquor. "Drinks! Yes, please."

Oh no. Folded arms. Juniper was instantly on alert from having to see that maaaany times from her easily provoked best friend. Her eyes widened marginally and she briefly considered turning and walking back though the closed doors to escape what surely going to be a conversation she wanted no part of.

Instead, she ended up standing there stiffly, listening to what he had to say as she gradually realized he wasn't going to drop a lecture on her, he was just... disappointed? Was she reading that right?

Crap.

Her hands flapped uselessly at her sides for a moment as she absorbed what he had said and struggled with what to say back. She was bad at this kinda stuff. Really bad. Apparently her well intentioned set up and backfired for at least one of the involved parties, and, well, she couldn't understand why.

She slept with people all the time. Hell, if Cora plain faced asked her she'd probably sleep with her too. Erm, keeping Sam's feelings in mind, she supposed. The awkwardness of being in close quarters with a bunch of people she had relations with just didn't phase her.

Maybe it had something to do with the whole 'like her' part of this. That was obviously something she struggled to grasp.

"Um." She blinked and tried to kick herself out of the super she had ended up in. "I mean, she can see the strings and stuff, right? So it if bothered her, do you think she would have still accepted my invite?" She shifted awkwardly. The urge to steal his idea and abandon ship mid flight was strong. Could she survive a drop form this height? That probably depended on how long it took to get to the ground.

"Cora's my boss. I work at her climbing place." She shifted awkwardly again, and wondered if it would help or hinder the situation to tell him that she had knowingly invited her here based on what Cora had said.

"I'm... sorry?" Why did apologizing right now feel so lackluster? Was it because it ultimately wouldn't fix the awkward? "I though, since she had mentioned that she liked you, that bringing her along might have been a good thing. Especially since she seemed excited about seeing the jet..."

He grabbed the cooler, leaving her standing there empty handed and feeling like a fool, so she fished her phone out and started figuring out a playlist. Princess seemed just about as oblivious as she had been to various things, so some classics were certainly due.

"Blondie, uh... the litter girl? She's not actually a little girl. She's like, 45 or something. Her power just froze her at that age."

They exited, her following along behind as Sam did all the work. She hurried to slap on a neutral smile, snag herself a drink, and reclaim her seat.

Was she supposed to drink while on antidepressants?

...

Meh, what could it hurt?

Cora was in the middle of pretending to check their navigation, look for surrounding planes, etc, when the kid came up front and spoke to her. Mile high club... Cora smirked slightly, still glad she had her sunglasses on. She would have felt more impressive if she had her leather jacket too, or her motorcycle. She turned only slightly in her seat to face the girl.

"As amusing as joining that club could be, I'm more selective with my escapades. No offense to her highness." She wondered if she did mean offense, in the long run. She watched a little blip venture onto the monitor then leave again. Sam was taking a bit of time. Was he really actually doing it with Juniper back there? No, Juniper would not have brought her along for that. She knew the kid enough to know that she would be far too terrified Cora would cut a bunch of threads and send her home barely knowing her own name.

Oh, Sam was...accomplished? That sounded like a Pandora's box she didn't want to tinker with at this point. "I don't need assistance, thank you. I have a feeling getting involved with you, and him, is a few too many threads to tangle." She wanted to say that people tended to have just one romantic partner, not a general collection. She wanted to say that she didn't generally like to share, although, the princess was attractive in her own way, and if she hadn't been literally tangled up with Sam emotionally, whose to say what could have happened. Nope, she wouldn't say any of that, because she didn't believe in relationships.

It was just a thread. Just another thread to...

It was just another thread that she couldn't f**** cut. Ah, that could be a problem.

The call for drinks drew her attention to the back of the plane, and she had a flashback to her last adventure with a bottle of whisky. With Sam. That Juniper knew about. That Juniper went and caused this giant tangled mess because of.

Her hand flexed slightly, and while she wasn't oping to leap out of the jet like some people, she was considering how it would feel to give herself amnesia for an hour just to stop thinking.

L hadn't noticed there was alcohol until after she'd tried to cause drama to no effect. It looked like the princess' cultural missteps threw dope cuts off plenty

"Yup, Dirty man hoes are a staple in our society. How else would we populate bars and clubs with people to annoy women trying to have a good time?"

The rich girl shrugged, and allowed herself to be distracted by the presence of booze. The little girl hopped past the princess and the Man Hocone and reached into the fridge, pulling out a little spritzer bottle. "Nice! Tater, why didn't you tell me our limo had drink service!"

She popped the top with her invincible little teeth, and took a big gulp. "Ahhhh, hits the spot!" She dug into the cooler once more, pulling out another one... strawberry? Nice! She held it out to the princess. "I can open it for you if you want!" If the answer was yes, she would open it with her teeth as well.

What? She did it all the time. Her teeth would be fine, and what was a little spit between aquantances?

"Yes... I can feel it. This is where the party starts. Ho Cone! Strip for us!"

In hindsight Juniper didn’t deserve to be vented to like that. It wasn’t like she knew… she did know Cora. She was her boss. ‘@@@@’ Sam thought mentally to himself. The situation in his opinion was making it worse and worse the more he understood everything.

Wait… Cora liked him? Well, he knew that seeing as they spent so much time together.
Sam just didn’t know how much she liked him. Cool. Very cool. He could turn this situation around, he was Sam ****ing Johnson. With a little extra pep in his step he returned to the front of the Jet a slight grin on his face. He’d have to apologize to Juniper later for the venting. Technically it wasn’t her fault he brought the princess.

Setting the drinks down next to the princess and the woman who was stuck in a child’s body. Sam didn’t say anything when the kid grabbed a drink and used her teeth. Not the most effective way of opening a drink but he didn’t want to correct her. Not while she was coming up with nicknames like ‘Ho cone’.

Ho cone. Sam had been called many things in his life. Monster, ***hole, Murderer, but never Ho cone. Sure there had been some variation of it but never those words. Sam laughed at the name and didn’t look towards Cora’s direction. In fact he looked anywhere but his eyes shifted from the princess to Juniper not sure how to react to the new name. Sam reached down grabbed a small pint of whiskey (one he was saving for later) and a beer.

”If I strip now, you won’t appreciate the beach body. Won’t leave anything to the imagination.” Sam said awkwardly to the woman in a kids body. As far as mutations went he doubted it was an easy one to live with. Seeing as Juniper invited her, the woman was his friend as well. Sam didn’t want to be rude so he flashed her a grin instead.

Walking forward to his chair he offered up the small bottle of whiskey to Cora and then cracked his beer. Should he have been drinking while operating the jet? No, technically the Jet was flying itself and this current situation of his required some false bravado and booze to pull off. Two things Sam seemed to have abundance in. ”Let’s get this party started!” Sam cracked the beer mist slowly forming from his feet slowly engulfing the floor to give it a fog special effect. ”DJ Juni, spin that track… again. No country, I swear I will turn this jet around.” he smirked and kicked back in his chair beer in hand.

Looking over to Cora he gave a small cheers motion and offered a smile.

>>"I don't need assistance, thank you. I have a feeling getting involved with you, and him, is a few too many threads to tangle."

"Threads?..." Amethyts muttered, a little confused. Was that supposed to be a metaphor? As far as she was concerned, things were pretty clear cut: she was royalty, and she was entertaining Sam as a concubine. If this woman was also interested in his services, she was not going to keep her from it. Then again, Americans made sexual things so overly complicated...

>>"Yup, Dirty man hoes are a staple in our society. How else would we populate bars and clubs with people to annoy women trying to have a good time?"

Amethyst was slowly beginning to understand what a dirty man ho was. She was still not sure it applied to Sam, though. But she gave up arguing the point.

>>"Nice! Tater, why didn't you tell me our limo had drink service!... I can open it for you if you want!"

The little girl opened a drink with her little teeth. Amethyst accepted her offer and got herself a sweet-tasting drink. Not quite Atlantean wine, but adequate anyway.

>>"Yes... I can feel it. This is where the party starts. Ho Cone! Strip for us!"

"I though American children had a... drinking age?" Amethyst ventured. As far as she'd been informed, she was under said age as well. Atlantis had no such rules, and as a royal ambassador, she decided she was above them anyway.

Appreciating aesthetic anatomy, however, was definitely ageless.

>>”If I strip now, you won’t appreciate the beach body. Won’t leave anything to the imagination. Let’s get this party started! DJ Juni, spin that track… again. No country, I swear I will turn this jet around.”

"Am I supposed to imagine something other than I we already seen? Because I am getting the idea that other than the heiress here, we all have already seen that body."