"What in Sol's name is taking so long?" The boy groaned, tapping his foot in exasperation. "The engine of this water skimmer has broken down, Domine." The droid answered. "Kriff-- knew I should've trusted those Swelp reviews." Alex complained, tossing his head back. He didn't know which minor God or Goddess he'd pissed off to pull such a cruel joke on him, sputtering out his only means of getting to the party when he could see it, just a few hundred meters away.
He hadn't brought much with him-- a towel, some pills stashed in a baggy taped to the top of his swim shoes, and a cask of vintage Nemean wine that had been bottled before his mother had even been swaddled in the purple. "I believe that I could perform some rudimentary repairs within the next 40-50 mintues, Domine." The servant droid offered. Alex chewed on his lip, before glancing back down at the cask.
"That's waterproof, right?"
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"That's like, the second guy tonight, right?" A Pantoran boy muttered. "...pardon?" The Brentaalan asked, panting as he slowly stood up, the cask still under his arm after he'd pulled himself up and onto the deck. "I mean like, you're the second dude to swim out of the sea with booze." his friend answered, a slightly shorter Mirialan. "...huh." The human said, before shrugging as he made his way out onto the deck. He wore a pair of very short trunks that covered all it needed to, and barely anything else. Even with almost nothing on he still managed to find a way to show off.
He milled around for only a little bit, holding back from dancing as he searched for a familiar face. Plenty were at least vaguely familiar, but it had become difficult to maintain his connections with the Sith when he was constantly making return trips home. His mother was already chattering about finding him a wife-- a prospect which made the boy feel deeply uneasy. This was as much a retreat from his responsibilities as a Sith as it was from his expectations as a highborn, and a much needed one at that.
In spite of the crowd he eventually spotted a vaguely familiar set of horns attached to a ridiculously pretty looking Xeno (@Sreeya), and not to far from him was a short, pointy eared girl that he took a few seconds to recognize. (@Altaris) "Champion Kahtal?" He called, cocking an eyebrow as he approached the half Anfynn with a surprised expression. "Eire, I wasn't sure at first, but it is!" The boy exclaimed, making his way over. The prim and proper prince she'd spoken to had been replaced with an outgoing young man, eager to say hello to the only person he even vaguely knew. "You look amazing; nice meeting you again, 'specially without a bunch of corpses and a creep for a backdrop." He joked, before turning his attention to the others, a myriad of different faces he hadn't seen much of, if at all.
"I can't remember the last party I went to where everyone looked great." He declared, giving a cursory glance of everyone in the immediate vicinity. "Seriously! I'd have never had the stones to show up in a suit with all these drinks around, but you did-- and you're making it work!" The boy said, gesturing to the one in the white linen (@Faded) with a wide grin. He'd been about to say something to the one with the horns and the body of a demigod when he caught a glimpse of a Jetski sputtering out and dying on the water, his eyes widening in shock.
"If that's from the same place I rented my skimmer, I'm filing a lawsuit." The boy stated, watching as the pretty boy with the horns helped an equally pretty boy with a complexion that would've made his sister in law look colorful. (@Braden) He'd been about to mention how the skimmer was stranded-- along with a droid aide-- when a voice piped up about a couple drinking games, (@Wit) excitement quickly coloring his expression. "I've got a couple in mind if we blitz through those-- back to back, task master; if we've got some die we could roll a game of sixes!" he suggested. "Could crack open this vintage to... I can't really read the date but it starts with an 11-?" He observed, but he didn't pay attention for long.