<Nocturnal Harmonia>

[Bloodedge]

Whatever Iris meant about taking advantage of a more clever individual than oneself was a mystery to Donnie ─ at least in terms of its relevance at the moment. He didn't intend to take advantage of anyone, but... the thought of what would already be in discussion, if not for one blaring issue, did cross his mind a couple of times already. "I don't know about all that... but I got you," he said simply. With that, progress toward the trip was being made once more. It didn't take long to get everyone on the plane. In fact, Crow was already making his way to the cockpit, only to stop upon hearing mention of the bar. Nikki asked if anyone else was interested in a drink. She'd get three responses. "Oy, one here!" said Leon. "Lemme drop this off real quick, and I'm down!" Donnie chimed in. The last response would, of course, be... Crow. "I'll have one of that and a drink to boot, Sheila!"

As they walked down the corridor, Donnie became aware of two things. The first was an additional pair of footsteps trailing behind him, light though they were. The second was... the realization that he was en route to the would-be bedroom of a dangerous individual. Surely she couldn't be that bad, right? Ah, but on second thought... Donnie had seen such behavior from women of all ages, even when he himself was far too young. Lo and behold, Iris's announcement of beds resulted in her offering to 'try it out' with her, a full flop and bounce onto the mattress. By Donnie's approximation, he could manage this situation just fine. "I respect the hustle, but I ain't a National. Law still got me. So where you want this bag?"

[Apollymi]

As they moved onto the plane, Donnie's claims were noted by Iris, and she began reformulating her plans around his personality as she experienced it. King Don wasn't naturally a pedophile and wouldn't purposefully break the law in a way that would incriminate himself. But… that didn't mean this situation was a loss… no, it would simply need a bit of fine-tuning."Do you really? I wonder about that…" Iris said with all the light amusement of someone who knew exactly what she was doing. At the same time, Nikki had settled into the private jet lifestyle and began questioning if anyone wanted drinks. All the while… Nikki was soon serving drinks, pulling out tumblers and shot glasses and picking out favorites. "All right, rum for Leon. I can drink a bit of that…" Nikki said, pouring up two with a couple of cubes of ice. She'd slide one to Leon and then look at Crow. "Bruv, you're flying…" She'd give him a glance with a narrowed eye and then look forward again. "I'll give you a shot, anything you like, and then you get in the cockpit, right?" she offered with a cheeky smile to send him on his way.

Just the same, Ronnie was tiptoeing behind Donnie and Iris, hearing the girl make a pitch that likely would have worked on a lesser man. 'Damn shame, Drake would have taken the bait. Still… she's ahead of you, bruv~' Ronnie thought as she and Iris both heard Donnie letting the girl down easy, but it was a bit too easy. Iris knew the kinds of arguments people made. "Well, you can't blame a lass for tryin'. You can put it over there…" she said, gesturing off to the side of the bed, where she would casually roll and sit, her legs dangling over the edge as she looked at him. Her body was placed in such a way as to technically close further into the room capturing him between her soon to be open legs, showing off a pair of tiny pink panties with lace trim, not thongs but also not full coverage either. Her shorts rode up just a little as she left her legs open enough to not be considered lady-like… "You sure, though? 'Cause… we're about to be in the sky. Which no one owns… on a plane that you own… with a National Hunter to claim jurisdiction… basically, you could do whatever you wanted, and Nik would forgive you~" she added. Obviously, she'd thought this exact situation all the way through, except for one little detail, one that Ronnie knew, Donnie knew, and Nikki knew… which was… a human body wasn't going to survive actual sexual activity with a Hunter of Donnie's power level or even his natural endowment. "Bruv, you walked into the second layer of the trap… And you, Iris? Your logic also says Nik could lock you in a suitcase for the duration of the flight. Besides you don't have all the information, you got no idea what you're signing yourself up for~" Ronnie said from the doorway, almost casually. Still as Iris looked at Ronnie in the doorway she could only wonder if the woman was earning herself a lesser punishment, planning a similar bit of mischief or saying something out of the kindness of her own heart. It was hard to tell.

[Bloodedge]

Leon was to receive his drink of choice when Nikki poured one for herself as well. He didn't drink much of anything else, but... everything he was looking at seemed top-shelf. "Cheers sis! I might even have a butcher's at some of that other stuff over there later," he mentioned casually, taking a seat in one of four swiveling chairs. At the same time, Crow was receiving a similar reaction from Nikki as the one he'd heard from Donnie. Yes, he was the pilot... but if he could fly a military jet as a teenager, he could fly a magical jet while intoxicated in adulthood. Besides that, Crow was already pulling out the blunt he'd procured from Donnie earlier. "No worries here, yeah? The drink's me second option anyway. I'll go for a bit of 'surprise me' and bugger off. How 'bout you come up with me and have a look at me cockpit, yeah?"

Whether Crow found success or failure, Donnie was presently finding himself... dodging one trap just to fall into another. Iris pointed him in the right direction for leaving her luggage. He took no issue walking over to that side of the bed, but as he crouched to gently leave her belongings on the floor... Iris rolled to the bed's edge, and there was a sudden leg in front of him. Donnie paused, shifted back, and felt the other leg blocking his path. Then came the moment of reckoning, in which he looked over and had his eyes drawn directly to pink lace. It was a very conscious effort of Donnie's to lift his gaze thereafter, but the face he looked into was one presently spewing calculated excuses for actions Iris thought worth taking. The logic was technically faultless. On the other hand, Ronnie came through with the perfect counterpoints. Biggest of all, there was the simple fact that they couldn't safely do much of anything, if anything at all. "Uh... well damn," Donnie uttered. Whether that had anything to do with what happened, what he'd seen, what Iris said or what Ronnie countered with, he wouldn't specify to anyone. However, the biggest fact remained in place. "She got a point. What you tryna do is an easy way to die. Hunters ain't no joke, and I been actin' up lately."

[Apollymi]

At least someone was having a good time. In this particular case, Leon said cheers and seemed to be pleased with the drink he got. He even claimed he'd be trying something new in a bit. "That right, mate? Don't go too hard, can't have you wasted on the flight~" Nikki said, having returned to her general happiness. Soon enough, Crow was asking about a drink and a little something else… Nikki took a minute as she took her first sip, and then she looked at the orange-haired man as if it took that long for his words to process. "Oh, you were comin' on to me. Bruv… I was too upset earlier; I couldn't process that~" she said, thinking about it honestly. "Still pretty mad. Let me work that out, I'll come check on ya' afterwards~" she said, flirting just a bit. She wouldn't mind getting a couple of pictures in the cockpit anyways.

Beyond that point, Iris had sprung a multi-layered trap and, in so doing, got exactly the kind of reaction she was looking for. She was watching a man actively move closer and closer to the deviance she offered. Of course, a plan had several variables, Nikki, her brothers, and Ronnie being the main ones. As she watched King Don catch a peek of her panties and not seem too disheartened by it… she also heard her older cousin's discouraging words. Ronnie, still posted up by the door, looked at Iris. It wasn't just her discouraging the girl; she was also being backed up by King Don. "What do you mean?" she asked, looking at Ronnie a bit more directly. "Didn't do your due diligence, eh? Didn't investigate the forums and find out that a lot of marriages and relationships ended because one person awakened and the other didn't? Didn't check injury reports about dealing with Hunters in… non-combat situations? There's magic in sex now… and I'm irresponsible and in heat. If I thought it was possible for you… I'd help, but that there, even without the magical stuff, isn't the kind of cock you take first… it's the kind you take after years of experience. And a high pain tolerance… or you gotta like the pain~ Besides all that, there isn't a healer on this plane. Too many things could go wrong," Ronnie explained in a fairly straightforward way. "So, you came here for all three reasons, then. I guess that is more you than anything else…" Iris concluded. Then she lowered her leg while looking at Donnie. He'd not lied, so if he thought she couldn't handle it… that was technically acceptable. She'd do a bit of research and find out what kind of horror stories existed on the internet, fact-check them with hospital records and the like. Before then, there was one more test. Iris stood up, grabbed her bag, and opened her arms. She was going to let Donnie lean in for a hug before she returned to the main area with everyone else. And, as proof of no hard feelings, she'd let him choose it. Only if he leaned in properly would she whisper a single sentence to him before running off. "Made you look~" Iris claimed before heading off with all the scamp energy of a criminal mastermind.