'We've got to find more maple syrup...where can we find some?'

Joy is rushed, her speech slurred, and her mind racing a million miles a minute. She was completely drunk. This was the first time in a while she had been that wasted because of all the champagne and wine and beer the bachelorette party had there. Victoria looks at her glumly.

'No maple syrup? Hey barkeep, where can we get some maple syrup?' Her speech was slurred too as she shouted at the bartender. She and Joy had way too much to drink, way too much. Victoria was depressed when she was drunk, Joy, impulsive.

'Never mind that, Victoria. Canada is where there is maple syrup. Maple syrup comes from maple trees. Those are gorgeous trees, don't you agree, Tori?' She speaks these words fast and slightly slurred. Victoria looks at her, shrugging.

'I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have maple syrup.'

Joy smacks her. 'Get yourself together. No one cries over spilled maple syrup!'

Victoria looks at the bottle, rubbing her jaw. 'Ouch. In this case, it's not spilled. It's empty. I drank it all.'

She slumps on the table, crying.

Joy stops her rambling, looking at her. Then she looks at her hand. Realizing she just slapped Victoria, she rushes to her.

'Oh my god. I am so so sorry I did this. Why do I do these things? Why don't I realize my actions? Why?'

Victoria looks up, frowning.

'I want more maple syrup.'

Joy has an idea and she snaps her fingers excitedly. 'I know what. We'll go to Canada, in search of maple syrup. Consider it an adventure to somewhere we haven't been before.'

Victoria raises an eyebrow. 'We've been there before, we've been up north,' she slurs as she rolls her eyes.

Joy looks at her, confused. 'We've been where...'

Victoria looks at her, quite annoyed. 'Canada!'

...and that's the last part she remembers, hazy in some areas of her memory but others muddled and with gaping holes like Swiss cheese. The next thing, she remembers is the two women, on a plane.

"I cannot believe you managed to get us a private jet to Ontario.'

Victoria shoots her a look, 'Well, I am Victoria Chase for crying out loud. And I can do whatever I goddamn want.'

Joy looks out the plane window, and then looks at Victoria.

'Kiss me.'

Victoria raises an eyebrow. 'Why should I? What am I going to get out of it?'

Joy frowns. 'I don't know, what do you want out of it?'

Victoria looks down, sighing. 'I want to be loved. I want to feel loved. I don't remember what it was like to be in love. I'm in love with you, and I'm confused.' She herself didn't know what she was saying; it was as if she was revealing her feelings while still very much inebriated.

Joy, still much too drunk, looks at her, very confused. Then, she pulls Victoria in for a kiss. They part, and Victoria looks at her, stunned.

'I didn't say you could kiss me.'

Joy looks at her, a bit hurt. 'Yeah, but whose the one confessing their feelings for me? You even want to see if we're compatible? Is that even possible, for friends to become lovers?'

Victoria sighs, 'What's the use. I'm not loveable. I don't think we're even compatible.'

Joy takes her, shaking her. 'Are you nuts? Going out of your mind? You are loveable. And we wouldn't be best friends if we didn't have anything at all in common? We have compatibility.'

Victoria smiles, and does something she normally wouldn't do, but did. She kissed her, long and hard on the lips. She does not part; she throws her arms around Joy and begins to make out passionately with her. Her hands slip up Joy's blouse, and she feels the coolness of her skin. Joy shudders as it has been the first time Victoria ever touched her in that way. But she smiles, continuing to kiss her passionately, as she pulls her in closer to her on the plane. The plane was private, so there were no others on board, other than the pilot. Pushing her against the seat, she leans in, kissing her against the nape of her neck, down towards her collarbone. Joy does not say a word, she is still much too inebriated to think or react. She sits there, smiling and giggling.

'I know what we should do when we land this plane…' Victoria says, drinking more champagne. She hands Joy a glass. They didn't need to be drunk, but Victoria reacted in a giddy manner when she found out that there was free alcohol on the plane.

Slurring her words, she smiles seductively. 'We're going to find a judge to marry us. I want to marry you. You said earlier you wanted marriage to someone, anyone. How would you feel if it was me?'

Joy giggles manically. 'I was right. Lowering my standards was a genius idea. If I wouldn't have, I wouldn't have gotten proposed to. Of course my dear, I'll marry you. I love you too.'

They kiss again, and she presses her against the couch in the plane.

'But first, we should have a little fun in the plane, shall we?'