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spring break 2009: crown princess cruise

The Crown Princess - Monday [Ship - Evening and On]

The ship had returned to sea at 5pm, horns blaring as they exited the port, headed for a full Tuesday at sea. Of course, the day wasn't over for the people aboard. But whether they were in the mood for a cozy space to sip cocktails with someone special or a swanky place to savor a cigar and make new friends, Crown Princess was ready to provide the evening with plenty of entertainment.

[OOC: This post is set for the evening, but feel free to continue playing in the daytime!
Cabins | Sun Deck | Fiesta Deck | Promenade]

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"I'll drag you back to the bar if I see you," Lois said with a firm nod. "Make you do some shots."

"Shots! We need to do shots, Lois," John said, pounding his hand on the bar. "That is the best idea in this world. Hell, any world."

"I'm totally up for shots," she said. "Wanna go shot for shot? I could kick your ass."

"Yes, that exactly is what I want to do," John said. "Flash some cleavage so the bartender'll come back over here."

"Oh for the love of god," Lois said. Didn't stop her from leaning over the bar anyway. "Yo! Guy! Tequila please!"

Yep. Tequila.

And that right there was why they would always be friends.

"Nice work, Lane," John said, raising his tequila shot to her when they'd arrived.

"They have many uses," she said, raising her glass in return. "To boobs."

"To boobs!" That was surprisingly easy to say before downing a shot. "Gah! You're gonna drink my ass under the table, aren't you?"

Lois took her shot easily. "Oh yeah. You're in trouble."

Then she poured two more shots. Thank god the bartender was smart enough to leave the bottle there.

It was very kind of him to provide such an easy way for Lois to display her drinking prowess. "This one goes out to the one I left behind!"

R.E.M. John, really?

"God, you are such a dork," Lois said, smirking. Didn't stop her from taking the shot anyway.

"Fine, what do you think we should drink to?" John asked, pouring out another set of shots. Messily.

"Ummmmm..." Lois lifted up her shot. "A small town girl living in a lonely world and a city boy born and raised in South Detroit?"

Journey was not any better, Lois.

John lifted his shot and touched it to Lois' saying, "They took the midnight train going annnnnyyyyywhere!"

This was likely to be a long night.

"That's pretty much the best song ever. True story," she said before taking the shot. "Woo. Good tequila."

"Sing it!" John commanded, squinting post-shot. "Loud and proud!"

"Straaaaaangers, waiting, up and down the boulevard. There's shadows searching in the niiiiiiiiiight," Lois sang, sounding like...well, sounding like a drunk person singing.

John kept it going rather terribly because, well, it was Journey. "Speeeeed lights, peeeeeople! Living just find emotion. Hiding somewhere in the niiiiiight!"

"Don't stop! Believin'! Hold on to the feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeling!"

They might be getting weird looks.

"Streeet lights, peeeople, ooooooooo-oh-ooooooo!"

The people with the weird looks were getting grins and thumbs up because of course they were into the song.

"Where's a goddamn karaoke machine when you need one?" she asked. Because clearly they needed to be louder than they already were.

"Who needs karaoke? This is real here," John said. "This is what happens when you stop being polite and start singing with girls with nice racks!"

"Aw, John, that's so sweet," Lois said, laughing. "Me and my nice rack appreciate the compliment."

"Well, you and your rack know how to live a little," John praised. "You get out there. You do stuff, and you see what the hell happens, right?"

"Pretty much," she said with a nod. "Only fun way to be, right? Who wants to be a hermit?"

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