"She calls me Taterthot, if it makes you feel better!" The short blonde said with a lazy shrug, hoping to ease whatever feeling had been behind that look Sam sent her.

She fired up the first song in the playlist and Gimme all your lovin blared to life. She settled back into her chair. phone balanced on one leg with the other tucked under her.

No, what was everyone else talking about again? She lifted her beer for another sip as she tuned back into what everyone else was doing.

"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."

... and immediately nearly choked to death on a mouthful of beer.

...Oh.

Well... um.

Okay, maybe she could see a bit why Sam would be upset with her.

How was she supposed to know he'd bring someone else he'd slept with, though?!

Juniper sank down in her seat a little bit more, looking as guilty as she felt at the moment.

Maybe she just needed to, er, change the conversation? Yeah! That would work!

"Hey, anybody wanna play a drinking game?!" Yeaaah! Something innocent and fun and also couldn't go wrong in any way, shape, or form! Fool proof!

"Anybody up for Never have I ever?"

Cora was trying to decide who she wanted to forget first when Sam offered her the whisky. She looked up, smirked and took the bottle, but didn't open it. "Maybe one of us should have a clear head. At least until the plane lands." She did the air cheers but set it next to her instead. The music started, which took her mind off the comment that everyone had apparently seen Sam's body so far.

Well, maybe not everyone. Not her. Nope. Should she feel glad, jealous, a bit of both? Her hand caught a thread and she fiddled with it, glad no one else was effected when she messed with them. Well, unless she cut it. She let her eyes linger on one, then let go. She wasn't taking the easy way out today, as fun as that would be.

Juniper was in the back declaring they should play 'never had I ever', and Cora grimaced. Yeah, because making the entire plan aware of the fact she had most certainly not slept with Sam would make this more comfortable, right?

Maybe they would focus on tame topics. Then again, was there a tame topic for her? Cora had been a bit reckless in her days, and currently.

The hieress rolled her eyes when Sam turned down the request to strip. Aww, it was like he had to fly a plane or something. Was it okay to fly drunk? I mean, it wasn't like it mattered for her, if this thing crashed she would just have a very long swim ahead of her. But she liked some of the people on this plane, so it would really be a shame.

L was pleasantly surprised that princess wasn't shy. She took her tooth opened beverage, and drank from it without a second thought.

She openly laughed when a drinking age was mentioned. "That is true. It would be a problem, if I wasn't the oldest person here." She waggled her eyebrows and took another gulp of her sweet beverage before turning with a wide grin at the mention of Never Have I Ever.

"Hell yes, queen! I'll go first!" She held up five fingers into the air, and stated with a smug grin. "Never have I ever bumped uglies with Frosty the Ho Man." That was an easy life lost for everyone but her, right? She was definitely going to win this one if she stuck to kink. No one would touch her with a ten foot pole, and as terrible was that was for her, it gave her a distinct advantage at this game.

Reluctantly after Cora said it Sam sighed and set his beer off to the side. She was right and given that this was an awkward situation for them he decided to be the responsible flyer. Even if all he really had to do was land the thing. The Jet practically flew itself.

His eyes rolled when the princess spoke he was starting to wonder if she was intentionally trying to get him into the doghouse with Cora or she was just oblivious. It wasn’t her fault though Sam never did mention to her that he liked Cora he’d have to mention something to her later if he survived the flight.

When the name of the game came up he had a feeling where this was going. Sam cringed glanced at the beer then sighed and focused on the controls again. Still noting no changes in anything. They were getting closer to the destination but not close enough where he could take over the controls and prep for the landing.

Did that mean he had to drink because he was the ho-cone? Great now even he was thinking it. Sam rolled his eyes again and then looked away from the consoles and pretended to be interested more in the seat he was sitting in wondering if he should hit the eject button. Unfortunately he did have to return the X-jet meaning there would be no ejecting today.

”Never have I ever not flown a jet before.” Sam said making a mental note to drink after they land. He would need one after this flight.

The music started, and the jet seemed to be flying mostly by itself. The alcohol was not great, but Amethyst was happy to be drinking, and getting some entertainment at her concubine's expense. Some of the others seemed a bit awkward. Maybe it was because they were in the presence of two women of nobility?...

>>"That is true. It would be a problem, if I wasn't the oldest person here."

Oh. So she was some kind of a mutant, then. Made sense, given that they all just escaped from Xavier's. Amethyst was relieved that they were not carrying a child along.

>>"Hey, anybody wanna play a drinking game?! Anybody up for Never have I ever?"

>>"Hell yes, queen! I'll go first! Never have I ever bumped uglies with Frosty the Ho Man."

"Wait, what is this game?" Amethyst glanced around. She was not familiar with the rules. She knew drinking games like kottabos and improvising naughty poetry, but this one, she was not sure about. "Also... bumped uglies? Is that a game?"

>>”Never have I ever not flown a jet before.”

He clearly had. He was doing it right now. So... this was a lying game?

Really, she should have known better. Her brain should have heard itself think and slammed on the breaks before the thought popped out of her mouth... but she had thought that, just maybe, if they moved onto something else the spotlight would be taken off Sam and she could go back to not suddenly feeling guilty for something she didn't think she needed to feel guilty about.

But then, as it do, her idea blew up in her own face spectacularly. She didn't even have a hood to hide in, either!

She sat stonily in her chair and refused to make eye contact with anyone while pretending to read the label on her drink.

Sam threw out the next one, about flying a jet, and she hopped to taking her swig. She hadn't, and that was something she could admit to.

"It's a game that people use to sorta get to know each other better with, but also poke fun at others for things they have or haven't done." The short blonde spoke up, though, with her track record so far maybe she should have kept her mouth shut by that point.

"I've never flown a jet before, but Sam has. So I take a drink and put a finger down. If I had actually flown a jet, I wouldn't have too." She explained a little further the details of the game, and how to count how many points you had or had lost. "The last person with a finger still up is the winner." She glanced at L and squinted, "You can also target people specifically if your know them well enough. Like this; Never have I ever survived a bullet to the head."

She grinned and settled back in her chair again with her one finger down.

The game didn't take long to go in a direction that both worked for and against her. Cora held up her fingers, and lowered none of them. She had not, in fact, bumped anything with anyone on this plane. She was sure the little brat was disappointed by that. Cora watched the readings and kept her fingers up.

Then Sam went and Cora once again kept her fingers up. Two for two, she was ahead on this one, which was, honestly, a very strange feeling. Juniper gave another easy win for her, because she had thankfully never been shot at by anyone, and was rather keen to leave it that way. She had a suspicion the adult/child had, thus the reason for targeting.

Then it was Cora's turn. She looked over her shoulder and called out, "Never have I ever worn a dress."

Another way to eliminate the youngest (in body) individual on their plane. If she was going down, she was going to take everyone with her.

L's eyes lit up at the revelation that one of the ladies had, in fact, not slept with the piece of man meat that was Co-piloting their private jet to Hawaii... Wow, what a time to live in. It was clearly 2020.

And, it was his fellow pilot. You know, the one you could almost sense a quiet tension in? That one. This was perfect. Somehow, there was going to be a way to capitalize on this to wonderful effect. Maybe she could even start a cat fight at some point! Or, better yet, get all of the girls to tar and feather Mr Musical chair(they had all gone for a spin, but only one hadn't sit). She looked over to Juni in a silent moment of appreciation. Knowing or not, she'd let the eiress in on a drama gold mine!

Her eyelids narrowed when Sam threw out a double negative as his never have I ever. This game wasn't called 'I have done this thing that you haven't' In fact, it was quite the opposite. "Nice try, SubZerHo, but I refuse to acknowledge your sh%# attempt at workin around the rules." She winked, keeping all of her fingers up.

She gave a mischeivious look at the princess, winking. The look soured when she was immediately targeted by the only person she knew here. "Oh, you traitorous-" She took a drink before finishing the statement. "-Yeti of a woman."

That was one finger down, but she was still in the game, yes? Cora went. Never had she ever... Worn... a... "Agh! Uncultured swine!" She drank again, and then smoosh faced as she thought of a way to destroy all of these fools. Except maybe the princess. She seemed fine. "Never have I ever been in a relationship." Hah! Terribly depressing ammunition FTW!

If he was drinking like he wanted to now instead of flying he was pretty sure he’d have finished the bottle and then some. After every question Sam raised a hand and didn’t elaborate on anything as fingers dropped into a fist. Just the middle one was up now and it was facing behind him.

Sam had been shot in the head before. Old him and young him. Both of which probably would have killed him if it wasn’t for his ice shields but in his mind it still happened. Along with the dress but that was a conversation for another time and a lot more alcohol. T.A.T. life made him do a lot of things he wouldn’t do willingly. ”Really never a dress?” Sam raised an eyebrow Cora’s way. The more he thought about it the more he could see that.

”Alright short stuff, you got to drink too on that one. I count friendship a type of relationship and I don’t willingly fly strangers in my jet.” technically it wasn’t his jet but no one understood her like he did. He patted the counsel in front of him and smirked. ”Hope I don’t regret saying that.” Sam said allowed for all to here.

Reluctantly he shifted back one of the reasons he wanted to bring the princess along was to show her some fun. Maybe not the fun he intended but she could still have a good time hanging out with people who didn’t jump when she said to. ”Your up princess.”

Amethyst was hoping someone would explain the statements and the drinking. Otherwise, she was at a serious disadvantage in this game. Even though she had a drink that would last her a while.
Juniper came to the rescue.

>>"It's a game that people use to sorta get to know each other better with, but also poke fun at others for things they have or haven't done. I've never flown a jet before, but Sam has. So I take a drink and put a finger down. If I had actually flown a jet, I wouldn't have too. The last person with a finger still up is the winner."

"Oh." Alright, this was not too complicated. Sam said he'd never flown a jet, which was a lie. But if it was true for her, she'd have to drink. Amethyst drank, and put a finger down, mimicking Juniper.

>>"You can also target people specifically if your know them well enough. Like this; Never have I ever survived a bullet to the head."

Amethyst blinked. That could not be right... could it? Did Juniper really survive being shot in the head? Intriguing. She was suddenly more curious about her.

Right. Drinking. One more finger down.

>>"Never have I ever worn a dress."

The statements were confusing. Amethyst had to walk her brain through the idea of true or false. Threads said she had never worn a dress, which had to be a lie for her. It was also a lie for Amethyst, who was wearing a dress right now. So, she didn't drink. The little girl did. Amethyst was beginning to realize that the negative statements were tripping her up in this game.

>>"Never have I ever been in a relationship."

"Define relationship" Amethyst noted. She had had relationships of various kinds with different people.

>>”Your up princess.”

Amethyst had taken drinks randomly at this point, and was not sure she was getting the rules right, but in the end the whole game was about drinking and joking. That language was universal. She was vaguely aware that she had to state something she'd never done, but the others have.

"Never have I ever eaten a ham burger."

She hoped, and felt, that maybe the tension was starting to ebb a little bit. Once the topic shifted to something other than what Sam did with his pants off. The 19-year-old grinned at L, content in her cheat shot, and then grinned all the wider as Cora followed up with one about dresses! Haha!

That was a pretty good one, if surprising! Juniper could definitely see Cora rocking a very light, floral pattern dress with some Doc Martins on her feet.

As for herself, she was totally not going to put a finger down. Technically she had worn a dress before, briefly. About enough time to put it on and gloat in spite of her upbringing for five seconds before her insecurities won and she put pants back on.

She wasn't able to gloat about how well she was doing for long though since Blondie tried to hit all of them with one about reationships- which earned a very begrudging finger down from Juniper- and then the Princess hit her again with one about hamburgers. A good old fashion hamburger had been literally one of the first things she had gone out to eat when she had friends to do things with, so... big fat finger down for that one.

"Ouch, two in a row!" She peered at her beer bottle again, actually reading the label this time. How much alcohol was in this thing? She was certainly starting to feel more than just a buzz going on.

"Dude, Princess, I'm going to have to take you out for a Hamburger sometime. It's definitely something everybody should try at least once!"

Oh, crap it was her turn again wasn't it? Think of something fast!

"Uh... never have I ever..." She paused to think. What in her life had she not done, that everyone else likely might have done? "Went to a dance." Certainly, that had a good chance of knocking a few people down... right?

Cora had succeeded up until relationship. She put a finger down, and looked over her shoulder at the kid/woman who called it. "As the resident seer of all relationships, I agree that you're out too on that one." She let her powers momentarily make the threads on L visible, and smirked at the strings going in all directions. "You have plenty of relationships, I think you should have clarified what type."

She deactivated the strings so they went away, and then grimaced and dropped another finger about the hamburger. Two for two, this was ending quickly. Thankfully, Juniper saved her by throwing out the comment about never going to a dance. Ha. She had avoided those in high school, and saved herself a little dignity now. Or, was it really worth bragging about? Either way, she didn't have to lower a finger.

So... This wasn't going well for L. For someone who had done so few things in her relatively long life in comparison to all these other hos, she sure was putting down a lot of fingers. It was sorta like these bushmen were headhunting her. Her adorable little eyes squinted into a glare as she was hit with eating a hamburger, wearing a dress, and going to a dance in rapid succession. These sons of-

Suddenly she was targeted by the copilot, who somehow made... a bunch of strings appear on her? Crushes. Crushes everywhere. Strings for crushes leading off into the distance; from a crush on the pool boy of a family friend when she was little, to a little crush on Juniper, to a GIANT crush on Devon Hadden. She was like a string porcupine. It didn't take much to give a 12 year old complicated feelings that they didn't know what to do with.



She looked around at this, and her eyes widened a bit, and she turned a bright pink, sniffling a little bit, a product of her cold that reared its ugly head when she was stressed.

"... You know, if this plane crashed I'd be the only one who lived." She uttered under her breath before taking a breath to recompose herself.

"... I mean had romantic feelings for someone that they returned." Never. Not once. She looked like she was 12. She would be disgusted by anyone who wanted to be with her.

"Never have I ever been drunk." She stated calmly before taking a sip of her drink. It was true. She had a sense of taste, sure, but she didn't actually need to breathe, eat or drink to live. She just sort of... was. Everything just passed through her.

Sam didn’t know what was more depressing, the fact that the princess never had a hamburger or the fact that he had more in common with the all the woman than he wanted to admit. Except the princess it seemed like other than being a princess she was doing better than most of them. Sam shifted his gaze to Cora then looked back to the rapidly approaching island. He didn’t say anything yet though it was still a bit of a ways off.

Shifting in his seat he tried to crack a joke. ”Wow… lost this game. But I’m not drinking so I figured I’d start again and catch up later.” he smirked, ”However you girls can never say you never been to Hawaii.” he said looking back to everyone and smiling despite it being an awkward flight. He was hoping the return home might be better. Odds were everyone would be hung over, other than the kid who couldn’t get couldn’t get drunk. Even though she probably needed it more than everyone else.

”I’m walking the yellow brick road , gonna get Cora a dress, Juniper to a dance, the princess a burger and me a buzz.” he flashed a grin towards kid, ”I’m sure the wizard has something for you to.” he flipped on the fasten seat belt sign. Glad he had watched that movie again for the first time.

>>"As the resident seer of all relationships, I agree that you're out too on that one. You have plenty of relationships, I think you should have clarified what type."

There was a display of... colorful strings? Amethyst blinked. That was an interesting gift. Were those... relationships? She blinked again, shaking her head. Maybe she was getting a little tipsy.

>>"Ouch, two in a row! Dude, Princess, I'm going to have to take you out for a Hamburger sometime. It's definitely something everybody should try at least once!"

The ham burger thing was a hit. Amethyst grinned as the other drank. She heard people mention ham burgers before, Sam among them, so it was only a matter of time before she got to see what all the hoopla was about. In the meantime, she was learning a lot about drinking games of a different kind. And her traveling companions.

>>"Uh... never have I ever... Went to a dance."

Amethyst drank and put a finger down. She lost count of her fingers a while ago, but at least she was learning the game. And she loved dancing.

>>"Never have I ever been drunk."

"I feel that is not fair. You started this game." Amethyst pointed out, drinking again. She felt a pang of guilt about the girl who had all the relationship strings, but none returned. She was young even by Atlantean standards. She still had time.

>>”However you girls can never say you never been to Hawaii. I’m walking the yellow brick road , gonna get Cora a dress, Juniper to a dance, the princess a burger and me a buzz. I’m sure the wizard has something for you to.”

They were getting close to the island. Amethyst turned in her seat to look out the windows. The sight of endless ocean and island greenery was familiar to her, at least. Even if the rest wasn't. "Wizard? You have wizards here?"