Chelsea rolled onto the deck a little shakily. She might have been an experienced race car driver, but nothing had prepared her for the possibility of having to steer a wheelchair on a ship that was rocking as much as this. Fortunately, she'd been blessed with a strong stomach and wasn't really feeling the seasickness that a lot of people had been complaining about.
She hadn't dressed up too much for the party. Some people might have dressed up all fancy, but in her mind, you should be comfortable at a concert! With that in mind she'd pulled out an old Ramones T-shirt she'd found at a thrift store and a pair of jeans and sneakers and headed out. Aproaching the stage area, she caught a glimpse of red hair and knew that had to be Molly. May not get a New Years' kiss this year, but at least I'll be hanging out with people I know! She rolled up, weaving a bit with the crowd and the ship, before coming up behind Molly and Lisa. "Whassup, bitches?" she said with a giggle. "Happy new year!"