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"Then I'll complete the plan and grab some alcohol.~" This girl needs to be cut off.

Anne wasn't about to get between the ginger and her booze. She might be annoying and ADHD, but she wasn't stupid, which she'd have to be to attempt that. So she just nods, trying to think of a way to set off multiple stewardess buttons at once.

"Whenever you're ready," Sam put in, leaning over to look at Neya's phone as well. She knew plans were hard to think of. She wasn't going to rush the blonde girl.

Anne turns to Sam. "So, I can not think of a way to hit all the buttons at once, but what if I set off one of the sprinklers?"

"If water gets on my phone, I'll shove you in a fire, sister or not." Well there goes that plan.

"Cover your phone with something?" The solution for that seemed kind of obvious to Anne.

"One drop and you're in a fire pit," Neya warned, moving her phone under her leg.

With that, Anne slings a marble at the sprinkler system as discreetly as possible. Why she was carrying a marble...who knew? Anyway, after the marble hit it, the sprinkler farthest from the group went off, showering the front rows of seats. She sinks back down into her seat, innocently looking out the window. Vandalism? Her? Never. She was a complete angel. Besides, breaking public property was for immature little kids. She had no idea what was going on.

While the stewardesses rushed to see what was going on with the sprinkling system, Sam slipped into the back and broke into the liquor cabinet before going into the bathroom with one of the food containers.

Anne just continues looking innocent, not daring to look back at the liquor cabinet to see if Sam got into it or not.

Sam walked out of the bathroom and then threw a bottle at Neya and Anne, "And our job is complete."

Anne throws it back. She didn't drink. At all. She absolutely hated alcohol, to be honest. She's like..the anti-Sam or something. All violence and no booze.

Neya did the same. She didn't want to get drunk, she had to take care of drunk Sam. Sam was all too happy at the reaction and drank up herself. She figured that this would happen, and it pleased her that it did.

Anne just facepalms, but says nothing. Sam did what she wanted. As I said before. Not stupid enough to get in between Sam and her alcohol.

Sam glared at Anne, "It's better than-" She hiccuped already. Someone already drank today. "-Sitting on this god awful flight sobor."

"Speaking of which...when are we supposed to land...?" Anne was bored too, but she could think of about thirty different ways to have fun on this flight without having a few drinks. But as I said before, she tried her hardest to avoid drinking. So she usually had to think of ways to amuse herself otherwise.

"Sooner or later. Whichever one." Sam put in intelligently while smiling softly before turning to Alex, "How you doin'?" Damn... Drunk Sam is flirting. She's really far gone.

"We have another roughly fifty six minutes." Neya pratted as she looked at the time on her phone.

"Real specific, Sam." Anne rolls her eyes. She smiles at her sister, glad she wasn't being a smart ass. Or stupid. It was hard to tell when Sam was like..this.

Sam ignored the girl, and Neya smiled back at her sister. Sam was probably being a smart ass, but that might not just be it.

Alex yawns slightly, tired. Little fella hasn't been sleeping well on the flight (I wonder why...), so he was a bit too slow to pick up that Sam was flirting. He picked up that she was drunk, seeing her chug from those bottles, but still. "Fine, I guess."

"Awwe! Poor Alliexx.." I really, really love super drunk Sam. "You're tried. You should sleep."

Everyone loves super drunk Sam. "I will sleep when we get there tonight." Jet lag and whatnot. His sleep shit's already gonna be messed up from the fact they crossed quite a few timezones.

"Allllllliiiiiieeeee, you should sleep now. We can work out sleeping laaattteeer." She giggled slightly and lifted the armrest.

Anne, hearing Sam, tries not to burst out laughing, and manages only to giggle as quietly as she can. Poor Alex.

Alex sighs. "You should rest, Sam. I will be fine." Yep. He knew she was reaaallly drunk by now, and was trying to handle the situation.

"Mmkay," Sam smiled happily as she rested her head on Alex's shoulder.