- ((You are Mickey))
- "So, the software, how do you guys make it?"
- >"Well, the one I just gave you was one that my sister helped me develop." Chromia explained
- "Wait… sister? You have a sister?"
- >"Yep! She is a chromium based browser by the name of Torch."
- "Oh! You mean the one just a couple seats down?"
- >"No. That one is odd though. Barely related to me at all. I didn't get much conversation out of her, but when she was gaming I tried talking to her. Apparently she is 64-bit."
- >What's so odd about that?
- >You stare at Chromia, confused
- >"Uh, forget it." She groans
- >You yawn
- >Getting sleepy. You barely had any rest
- "You wouldn't have software for insomnia, would you? Haha."
- >"We could work on it now if you'd like." Kindle said eagerly
- "Uuuhh maybe later. A good sleep will pass the time anyway. See you guys later!"
- >"See ya Mickey. Nice meeting you." Chromia said
- >You walk back over to Anon
- "Hey."
- >"Hey! So did you meet everyone?"
- "Yeah! Everyone except the sleeping one over there."
- >"Well that's good."
- "Anon, I'm tired."
- >"Oh, alright. You can sleep up in your seat."
- >Anon lifts you up and puts you in your seat
- >You lean over and hug Anon
- "Wake me when we're there. Okay?"
- >"Alright Mickey."
- >Anon wraps his arms around you and gives you a little scratch behind your ear
- >You slowly fall asleep in his embrace
- ((You are Mickey))
- >Awake
- >You are suddenly awake
- >It feels like you have been awake for a couple minutes though
- >You check your internal clock
- >5:37am
- >Okay, so you got about two hours of sleep
- >You notice a flashing alert light near your stomach
- >Well this is odd
- >Your display in your eyes is also alerting you
- >You shift your weight
- >Bad idea
- >Your stomach clenches and instantly, you feel like you need to puke
- >the software is just a quick relief then huh? That's unfortunate
- >Okay, drinking that huge bottle of champagne was a really bad idea
- >You need to build up some alcohol tolerance
- >Or program it
- >Oh god, air
- >need air
- >You hurl all over your seat
- >Plane ride + Alcohol = Goodbye dinner
- >It feels like someone kicked you in the stomach a dozen times
- >Anon is staring at you
- >Everyone is staring at you
- >Anon picks you up and carries you into the bathroom.
- ((You are Anon))
- >You can't really blame her, right?
- >She had no idea what alcohol was
- >This is pretty embarrassing anyhow
- >But then again, she is probably pretty embarrassed as well
- >"Anon, I still really don't feel good."
- >You have dealt with drunken friends before
- >But never a drunken pony
- >You pick her up again and hold her over the sink
- >She pukes again
- >ugh
- >After cleaning up barfy-pony, you walk back into the cabin
- >A clean up crew is already on the seat
- >The plane isn't very crowded
- >You take another seat
- >Everyone has moved as far away from the barfy seat as possible
- >Great, more embarrassment
- >You know what?
- >It doesn't matter
- >Mickey is a little miracle
- >Albeit, a hyper, tactless, blissfully unaware one
- >But she is your responsibility now
- >One of the clean up crew comes by with an empty bucket
- >"You may need this." He says
- >Mickey stares sadly at the floor
- "Hey, it'll be alright, we're almost there."
- >"I'm sorry Anon."
- "Don't be sorry Mickey. It's fine."
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Mickey Pt.8
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