As he took his first step onto the ship deck, Scott inhaled deeply. Then he exhaled sharply and smiled. "Dude, smell that sea air!" Scott exclaimed. "Now this is the real shit. You can't get this scent back on campus, man." He shook his head to make his point. His brown hair was dreadlocked and contrasted his pale skin, and it bobbed from side to side as he moved. "The only thing that would make this better is if I was lit up, y'know?"
He didn't get a response and he turned around to make sure his partner was still with him. The other man with short black hair was slouching behind him, looking at his shoes despondently. As opposed to the bright Hawaiin shirt Scott was wearing, he was dressed in drab grey. Scott sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Oh, come on, Dirk. Cheer up. We're going on a goddamn cruise, man! All week! You should be estatic. We are going to have crazy fun!"
"I do not feel much like having fun, Scott." Dirk said without looking up. "I'm sorry, dude."
"Look, I know you're still mopey 'cause Alicia dumped you." Scott said. Dirk winced. "That's why I brought you along! To get over her judgemental ass! I was sure to choose a trip that had two other groups coming along, and they are all girls!" He put an arm around his depressed buddy. "Dude, you are gonna get so much clam this week, we're going to have to officially change your name to Red Lobster." Dirk groaned, but didn't shrug his enthusiastic friend away.
"I guess..." He sighed.
"Trust me, man. This is going to be great! When our buddy took his roommate on this cruise for their honeymoon, he told me this was a great way to spend a week. Plus, once we are in international waters, there's no rules against getting toked!" Scott gave Dirk a big thumbs-up. "TRUST me."
"My man, many a horrible thing has accompanied those words." Dirk looked at him finally. "But I will give this a shot."
"That's the spirit!" Scott punched the air. "Let's get lei'd, dude!" He turned back to Dirk and waggled his eyebrows. "Do you see what I did there? It's like the flower necklace, but it also means gettin' pussy. It's one of those double-thingys."
"Clever." Dirk said, and cracked a small smile.
"Dude! I knew you had one hiding in that big ol' frown! Now, let's find some girls for you!" Scott began surveying the ship.
"Errrr....not yet." Dirk spoke up. "I do not think I am quite prepared to start speaking with women at the moment. Maybe if I could smoke a few joints first, I could..."
"There!" Scott pointed at Amber who was walking their way. "Here comes the welcome wagon, dude! Go work your magic."
"Hi!" Amber said walking up. She had a genuine smile on her face. "Welcome aboard! My name is Amber. What are your names?" |