Sebastian Handsel (thedoctorisodd) wrote in horror_story, @ 2013-07-22 16:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | bryant, complete, cycle003, incomplete, sebastian |
Who: Sebastian and Bryant
When: June 5th (the unplanned at-sea day), around 4 o'clock pm.
Where: One of the quieter bars/lounges on the ship.
What: Drinking away a lack of shore excursion disappointment (short starter).
Warning: Likely none.
Having spent the first day ashore with a nude first mate in St. Barthelemy’s, and the second port day testing his own boundaries by ziplining in Dominica, Sebastian had been certain that Barbados would hold some sort of adventure. So when it turned out that the shore excursions were canceled on Wednesday, he was rather disappointed. Thursday was going to be the regular therapy group meeting, and he didn’t want to readjust the schedule just to alleviate his own boredom (how professional would that have been?), so he found himself listless, instead. There’d been a token attempt at gambling, but the casino didn’t hold much allure. Sebastian wasn’t really a gambler.
Perhaps it was a sign that self-reflection was in order. No need to fill every waking moment with excitement, after all. He deliberately made way for the lounge that wasn’t full of sweating hardbodies, engaging themselves in various acts of courtship and copulation. His goal was a quieter respite. A single drink... maybe two. It was a vacation, after all, and he had his medication on hand. No reason to deny himself more than absolutely necessary.
After looking over the other patrons in the quieter lounge, Sebastian took a seat at the bar next to an older gentleman in a rather garish shirt. He smiled brilliantly, to show that he wasn’t a harsh judge of fashion. At the end of the day, who was he to critique another man’s wardrobe? His own shirt color was best described as ‘mint,’ but it didn’t have any sort of patterning to speak of. Most of his wardrobe was soft, light hues or neutral; inoffensive in every way.
“It’s... a pity about the... p... the island,” he opined to the stranger at his side, or the bartender, or perhaps to nobody in specific. Though his </i>next</i> statement was certainly to the bartender, given that it was a drink order. “Can I get a.... dark secret, please?”