Bow, Late Monday Evening

[withoutverona]

After an afternoon drinking by the pool and an evening watching a movie and doing some more drinking, Romeo tried to make his slightly addled way back to his cabin. Somehow, stumbling turned into bumbling turned into being on the bow, at the base of the mast.

Romeo looked up. And up. And then he started to climb until he was as high on the bow as he could get. The view from that vantage point was so breathtaking, there was only one thing Romeo could say:

"I'M THE KING OF THE WORLD!"

And then there was rather a lot of hooting and whooping as the very patient cruise staff started to try to coax him down.

[OOC: People are ENABLERS. Totally open for reactions, and yes, he is a dork.]

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[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Yurika sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Gods-touched crazy drunken poet," she muttered to herself. "You're going to fall over and hit your head!"

[withoutverona]

"You can mend it with a kiss, if I do," Romeo suggested.

And did a little jig.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"Floor. You. Sleeping," she threatened as he started dancing. "I'm keeping both the beds."

"Or you can come down here, walk me back to the room, and we can negotiate." Yurika put a slight emphasis on the last word, giving a slow smirk and crooking her finger at him in a come-hither gesture. "Interested?"

[withoutverona]

Romeo stopped dancing, and his eyes cleared. "I might be..." he said, more softly.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"'You might be,'" she repeated, rolling her eyes. "Why don't you stay up there and think about it. I think I'm going to go back into the club, and go back to dancing."

Dancing with people that were not him was the implication. Hopefully it would penetrate the drunken glee.

[withoutverona]

"Don't do that, Dojima," Romeo plead, hopping down so quickly he almost did really get swept out to sea. "I'll come with you, to our room, or the club, or wherever you'd have me."

Dirty implications totally intended.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Yurika barely managed to not scream as he jumped down, a small squeak escaping from her lips as she held her breath.

"Romeo no baka," she sighed with relief, holding out a hand. "Why don't we get you back to the room, ne? I'm sure we can find something to entertain you."

Dirty implications completely intended, possibly even before they got to the room. She could berate him later, when he was sober and could appreciate her wrath properly.

She quickly mouthed a 'thank you' at the staff before moddedly lacing her fingers with his and tugging him along. Yurika intended to distract him, and quickly, before he could get in any more trouble.

Well, any more trouble without her, anyway.

[FTB]