Though the weather was less than stellar as far as cruise expectations went, the vibe was that of controlled excitement. If his fellow crew and passengers didn't let that control slip monumentally by the time the music started, CJ would just have to see what he could do to get things going. But it was New Year's Eve and he had a lovely woman on his arm and hope that the other people on board this tin can new how to have a good fucking time. For fuck's sake, he'd even dressed up for the occasion.
At Savannah's words, his gaze dipped and he once again took in her appearance. She looked beautiful. "I'll buy the pretty lady as many drinks as she wants," he replied, already leading her towards the bar.
He'd had the remainder of the afternoon to himself after sharing that shower and each others bodies. So he'd done his usual thing; drank, smoked, and messed around with his guitar before wandering the ship and returning to get dressed for the evening. Now he was once again content to be in the company of a sexy woman who didn't seem to have trouble keeping him amused.
With his arm around her shoulders, he sidled up to the bar. His fingers absently stroked a strand of her hair as he waited for the bartender to free up.