WHO: Hunter & Mack. WHEN: May 31st, 9:30pm. WHERE: Tahitian Lounge. WHAT: Hunter catching up with her friend before Mack spins the first dance of the cruise. WARNINGS: Friendly foul language abound, little else!
Hunter hadn't seen Mack in a number of months now. It had been Christmas, the last time they got to spend any amount of time together, when Mack had somehow convinced her to fly to freezing New York and spend a week cursing the ice and slush of the city streets. They'd had a good time though, weather aside, and when she had left, Hunter had been sure to remind her friend about the upcoming summer of the new year. Another year, another summer with her uncle on the cruiseline, wherever he happened to be captaining his Marx Legacy ship that year.
When Hunter found out, later in the year, that they would be working another one of the themed cruises, she had just about jumped with joy. She'd been on board the Ghost Town cruise, which had been fun with the cowboy hats they had been made to wear sometimes and all.. but the Beneath the Veil cruise would be way more exciting. There'd be a lot of screaming fangirls to put up with, but there would be some good-looking celebrities on board.. all the closer to rub elbows with, while she tried to enjoy her otherwise routine and enjoyable summer. Maybe one of them would want a personal trainer.
Working on the cruiseline wasn't the worlds greatest job, if one didn't like the idea of being at sea for days on end for example or if you had no sea legs, but Hunter loved it. She didn't have the greatest accommodations, but having her Uncle Archer as the captain had never hurt. She'd liked boats since she was younger, and her uncle would write her postcards while away in the Navy. Never quite telling her exactly what he was doing or where he was going but painting enough of a picture with his words for her to imagine. She'd considered joining the Navy herself, briefly, after high school. Or joining the army, something like that. But basketball and athleticism had won out as her true passion in the end, and her high sea adventures were contained from May to August only.
She'd finished school this year, unlike Mack, the almighty Manhattan DJ who had dropped out in favor of following her passion with music. Even with everything going on, her friend's popularity in music rising and her obligations in the city, she knew that Mack would be there on the boat. She hadn't seen the other blonde yet since they'd left shore, but Hunter had been busy, catching up with her uncle in between, but she knew that Mack would be there somewhere. She was, every summer. They'd already booked her, she had clearly agreed. She was due to host a dance at ten, in fact, and Hunter had her suspicions that the shorter blonde would in the lounge setting up her equipment.
Her suspicion was right, as she sauntered in, arms crossed over her chest and regarded Mack's turned back as she hunched over a bunch of wires. She probably knew what they all did, but Hunter hadn't a clue. The taller blonde was still dressed in her work clothes, not having gone back to her quarters and gotten ready for the dance just yet. "Look what the sea-hag dragged in.. or wait, is that the sea-hag herself?"