A cold silence came over the cabin. Sam made a futile effort to surveillance the outside activity, but everything was going to plan and although he should have felt very confused, his mind felt empty. Fiona sat awkwardly in the corner of the passenger side, her head resting in her hand against the window. She looked unusually vulnerable for someone who usually reaches for a fist before a high five. She took an aggressive swig from the bottle.

"Hey..." Sam said through a slightly rough voice, "Don't hurt yourself."

Fiona exhaled, "I can't anymore than I already have."

Sam strained to find a safe ground in this conversation, "Fi, about what I said..." Fiona raised her hand to him, her wispy brown sugar hair falling over her face.

"Don't. I am not a fucking damsel. I am just..." She over gestured a bit, "... reflecting." Fiona found her brain buzzing. Too many thoughts to even speak, she inched herself closer and took another greedy swig.

"Ohhh... no no no, don't take what I said the wrong... don't... Fi..." Fiona inched ever closer. "Fi," Sam sighed heavily, "You're drunk. I can't..."

Fiona grabbed his face and pulled his lips to her, kissing him strongly. Sam didn't know what to think, at first his eyes bulged but his instincts took over yet again and found himself kissing her back, pulling her close, opening his mouth and kissing her deeply. She tasted sweet and sharp from the whiskey, just the way she was. Their hands began naturally roaming and they no longer could contain their heavy breathing.

Their wordless make out continued for a fair amount of time. Sam was doing his best to keep restrained, but Fiona pulled him down by his collar on top of her and they continued. Using his right arm, he attempted to prop himself up against the seat and

"Hey hey hey!" Sam exclaimed, breathless, "Fi, we can't do this... you're drunk."

"I'm not deaf..." More massaging from Fiona.

"Fi... you're driving me crazy," Sam gasped, "I don't think I can contain myself if you keep going... I-I can't take advantage of you."

Fiona bit her lip and looked at him devilishly, "Alright then boy scout, I'll just have to be the one taking advantage..."

Fiona was now fast asleep in Sam's arms his mind remained in it's confused yet reflective state. Time seemed to stand still and Sam took in the silence. The car's windows were now steamed up with genuine affection. He took a breath and gazed out across the moonlit water. So many thoughts were going through his mind, too many to fully grasp. The main one though, as he looked down on the shamrock in his arms, was, "What have I done."