Who: Keane, Res, and open!
When: Late morning
Where: the Olympia deck, then the sports deck on Helios
The past few days of rehearsals and orientation had been a little bizarre for a group of unsigned musicians who had never actually toured before. This was Tumbler Renegade's first
real gig, and as such, its members had had a lot to get used to. The day of the cruise launch felt like it had been their first day off – even if it
was the day after Christmas. And as the band had no performances for the day, Res had immediately dragged Keane off to have a little fun. Staff or not, this was still their vacation. They had spent way too long looking at all sorts of shiny shit on the ship they couldn't play with, but now – finally! - they could. It was time to play. This had resulted in acting completely juvenile in the video arcade for a good hour, and then heading upstairs for a game of mini-golf.
Keane was -- per usual -- happy to be dragged wherever Res chose to drag him. Truth was, he felt a little keyed up himself, and was happy to finally indulge. He and Res were at their best when they got to act like the mental twelve-year-olds they truly were. He grinned and looked over his sunglasses at Res as he waited for her to take her final turn. "Tell me, is taking five minutes to line up each shot part of your strategy? How about the part where you shake your ass like a cat about to pounce?" Ah yes, Keane was terribly amused.
Res pointed her club at him briefly before going right back to doing her thing. "Not now, Chief, I'm in the fuckin' zone," she replied. She fought back a little snorty laugh before finally taking her swing, actually managing to finally sink the damn ball. "Oh yeah! I have conquered the world with my little blue ball!" she shouted, whilst commencing in her victory dance. Okay, she was retarded, but dammit - it was fun! She liked the days and moments where she could just let go and be a goof.
Grinning at her display, Keane shook his head at the girl and slung his arm around her neck. As was customary, he chose
not to say what he was really thinking -- which was, of course, that if anyone was conquering anything with blue balls, it would
always be him. He'd just about mastered the sad art by now. "You know, batting a thousand isn't actually a good thing in golf."
"This doesn't take away from my victory," Res responded, leading him back around to turn in their balls and clubs. "Where to now?" She did occasionally let the boy have a say! It was possible she'd just been a little overexcited this morning. It was a nice break from the regular. But she'd just about got all her initial
OMG SHINY out of her system. They had explored and played games, and of course, not spared a single second towards the thought of unpacking. Fuck that noise.
"Don't people usually mingle on cruises?" Keane asked, tone obvious that he was not terribly attached to the idea himself. Indeed, he had no problems in the world with his current company. Regardless of what he was saying, he was still heading them off towards the stairs. "Or, relax, and generally
not try to conquer the world?" This question was mostly hypothetical. Had he meant it, he was reasonably sure that Res might have smacked him for suggesting such a silly idea.
"That just wouldn't be us," Res dismissed, shaking her head. "I like our way of doing things much better. Besides, I'm too white trash to know what you're supposed to do on a cruise. My guess would be force large groups of people to watch
Titanic, and see how many piss themselves and cry." Blink. "Hey, that could be fun."
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