[center][h3][color=whitesmoke]RIVER DITTMAR[/color][/h3]
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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Boarding > Plane > Baggage claim
[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] Role model [@Aewin], bullying the groom [@Altered Tundra], Sleepyhead [@Silent Observer], Picasso [@lovely complex][/center]
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Quite pleased by the semi-dramatic reaction Chloe gave him to reciprocate his own theatrics and Paige's equally impressive snark, River turned away and shifted his attention instead to the newest arrival: none other than Oberon, who appeared to be jumping on his joke. As usual. River grinned at him, figuring he wouldn't grace the man with yet another death threat since they were running short on time - evidently, River wasn't quite in the mood to be obnoxious this time around. He'd probably run out of willpower once they were on the plane, though... it was a wonder why the group didn't just pull a soccer mom and bring him a tablet to entertain himself with rather than bothering the rest of the passengers. Scratch that; he was being handed a suspicious little box, and River arched an eyebrow at Chloe before turning his gaze to the others just to watch them open theirs first.

Tish happened to be the one he saw open it first. All right, so maybe he had little reason to be wary of a little innocent pink box (plus the fact that it was Chloe distributing it), but River was an antsy thing. In the end, Tish was showing off a cupcake, and River's eyes immediately widened, quite resembling a kid at Christmas. He tore into his box, having none of Tish's patience for himself, and started licking the frosting off. [i]'Hey guys!'[/i] River whipped around and smiled at Val, the closest semblance to a writing role model he had around here, and shrugged his shoulders. [color=honeydew][b]"So unfortunate, you missed the cupcakes. And, no, I'm not sharing."[/b][/color] River made a big display of dancing away with his box, tucking the unfinished one away in his bag once he neared the boarding line. 

Lucky for River, he was seated next to Chloe, ever the maternal figure in his life. He was pretty glad for that, honestly, but he could still milk the situation by teasing the poor soon-to-be groom. So, he twisted over the seat just to fuss with Dom's hair, one corner of his mouth quirking up into a point and displaying a canine. [color=honeydew][b]"Your loss! I'll try to tone down my [i]appeal[/i]. Can't ruin the wedding."[/b][/color] Apparently the aforementioned willpower was gone, because he just laughed to himself like he was the funniest guy in the whole world before dropping back down into his seat. As the flight took off, he could just sense the anxiety flowing around the plane, so he tried his best not to be a complete asshole as they lifted off... but of course, River was even more restless than the prepubescent kid two rows ahead of them. So, he started fiddling with his seat function, reclining as far as it would allow first - without hitting Tish, of course - and then sidling forward again. 

When the plane straightened out, he caught the stewardess excitedly and got himself a painfully small bottle of Bacardi rum and an even more horrendously miniature can of Coke. Still, it was a drink, and he gladly began mixing it in an empty plastic cup when some very familiar lyrics were sung close to his ear. Another mischievous smile crossed his face and he sat up a little further, pivoting towards the iPod mic that was held out to him. [color=honeydew][b]"AND I KNOW!"[/b][/color] He seemed to have given a middle-aged man in an aisle diagonal from his a heart attack, but he continued anyway. [color=honeydew][b]"There's nothing that I can say... to change that part, to change that part, to cha-a-ange,"[/b][/color] he sang, his hand rising into the air to match the pitch of his last note. He cut himself off, though, when others began to join in, providing a BPM on the tray holding his rum and Coke. 

When the song ended - much to River's dismay, and much to the other passenger's pleasure - he cast a look around, at this point thoroughly unaffected by the bottle of rum. He took advantage of the stewardess's second round to get himself a vodka, by its lonesome this time in the hopes that the purity would get him drunk faster. Being his size, fifty of these tiny bottles wouldn't affect him, but a man could hope. Thankfully, the only thing he'd eaten in the past twelve hours was that cupcake (and only half of it, since security was a jerk and had him put it away while boarding), so it was safe to say that he felt a little more euphoric once at the bottom of his bottle. River, unfortunately, was not a sleepy drunk, so he couldn't just pass out for the rest of his flight. His eyes flickered around for ideas on what to do, landing on Paige who was tucked into a book writing. Or drawing. He couldn't tell from this distance, but she was a damn good artist, so probably the latter.

River himself was all right at portraits, so he twisted all around to find who would be his victim this time. Chloe was far too obvious, and she was too close for him to subtly draw, so she was out. He couldn't see Obe or Paige clearly as they were out of range, and Jean was obscured by Chloe's seat - oh, wait. River's eyes went to his phone on the tray before him, and he hatched a rather cruel plan. He opened his camera app and leaned to the side, angling his phone until it captured both his furtive smile and Tish, pressed up against Jean like he was a cushion. Perfect. River spent the rest of his time drawing Tish and Jean as a little cartoon on a napkin, Tish looking all smushed up against Jean's massive shoulder. It was quite precious, he thought, so he tucked it in his pocket to display sometime later.

Exiting the plane, River stumbled a little, earning some concerned expressions from the poor servers who gave him his drinks, but he made it off safely enough. Ever the mess, River hadn't packed an official suitcase, so he meandered about in baggage claim whilst his friends found theirs. Catching Tish and Paige's words, he found them like a buoy in the mass of other tired fliers and latched onto them to avoid losing his place. [color=honeydew][b]"[i]So[/i] ready. Honestly, I just want to go clubbing. The airline was teasing me with those tiny bottles, I tell you,"[/b][/color] he muttered, eyes rolling lazily. Just as soon as he'd finished that thought, though, another popped into his head, and he whipped out his napkin art to show them. [color=honeydew][b]"Check it out! You're my [i]muse.[/i] And also the closest victim, but, y'know, same thing. I think I'll call the offical comic [i]'Adventures of Sleepyhead.'[/i]"[/b][/color]