((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."