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A Pleasure Yacht | tantrikenetic | 9

 

The door to Scott and Dirk's cabin swung open and Scott came stumbling out with some inertia, indicating that he had been pushed rather enthusiastically out of the room. The door slammed shut directly afterward. Scott turned around and yelled back at the door.

"Fine! I'm sure some dudes on deck will enjoy my hilarious sea shanties!" He said, then followed up with: "You can't stay in there forever, dude! Your gonna have to come out at some point!"

He turned and walked to the stairs, whistling to himself. This is going to be a great trip! he thought to himself. Girls, smoking, girls in bikinis, more smoking, girls sunbathing, even more smoking...life doesn't get any better than this. Dirk can bitch as much as he wants, nothing is going to spoil this trip.

He reached the top of the stairs and exited onto the main deck. His eyes immediately spotted Alicia and he damn near jumped out of his skin. He quickly retreated into the stairwell and peered out. That was definitely Alicia.

"Son of a bitch!" Scott cursed. "What the hell was that life-force-sucking harpy doing on board? I checked the roster of attending members personally!" Scott thought about this. "Then again...I was also stoned." He quickly pulled out a Ziploc baggy of weed and stared at it angrily. "Damn you, reefer! You screwed me again!" Then he sighed an apology to the baggie and put it away. "Awww, I can never stay mad at you."

But what to do about this situation? There is no way Dirk and Alicia aren't going to see each other. Like he himself said earlier, Dirk can't stay in his room forever. They are going to clash unless a hilarious set of 80's movie-style comedic situations are orchestrated to keep them apart. Scott stopped and pondered this sudden realization.

 

Is he REALLY going to try this?

 
 
 

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