[indent][indent][color=708090]While not as impressive as its namesake, [i][url=https://i.imgur.com/GRDmOxV.png]The Thousand Sunny[/url][/i] was still a fine ship. With its eighteen cabins, fully stocked bar, large dining room, elevator, Dolby Atmos cinema, full spa, pool with a [i]second[/i] bar, jacuzzi, various water toys, [i]and[/i] gym… the [i]Sunny[/i] sometimes feels almost empty. Of course, with the eccentric owner using it as his own personal day trip ship that was to be expected. A ship like the [i]Sunny[/i] was not a ship meant to host one or two people, like it had been since Ty Locke had purchased it. It was a ship meant to [i]host[/i]. A ship where memories could be made! Memories more exciting than those of Ty and his friends lounging about on the luxurious couches the ship offered.

That was the main reason Ty had agreed to this when his classmate had asked him about it. Now, Kole Reyes was far from just a ‘classmate.’ Ty might even be so brave as to call her a ‘friend,’ but if nothing else she was definitely a business partner. Someone had to figure out the details for charity events, and Ty didn’t have the mindset for it. Handing Kole one of his cards and just being a host was much more his style… which was part of why they’d ended up in this position. The [i]Sunny[/i] was going to play host to a gathering of their peers and a celebration of surviving ten years after high school: a reunion.

At first, Ty had figured it would be a good time. See the homies, smoke some weed, drink some booze, sleep, and then proceed to continue never thinking about any of them for the rest of his life. As it turned out, that was a lie. It was actually really stressful! The first disagreement came over the wait staff. Kole wanted to hire catering while Ty was insistent his crew was good enough. A tentative agreement was eventually reached where the pair would use Ty’s crew but Kole’s menu. After securing his staff’s role, Ty tapped out and let Kole do everything. Drink menus and food menus were solidly her problem.

[i][color=#ffdd27]Where the fuck is she anyway? [/color][/i]Ty thought to himself as he approached the bridge where he could find the captain. Shaking his head, Ty pulled his phone out to send a quick text.

[b][color=#ffdd27]To: [/color][color=#602db6]Kole[/color][/b]
[b][color=#ffdd27]dude its like 40 minutes till the game begins and like 15 until i’m high[/color][/b]
[b][color=#ffdd27]what i’m saying is you’d better not be in a cabin getting ready youve had 3 weeks to get ready[/color][/b]

[b][color=#ffdd27]“Everything ship-shape, captain?” [/color][/b]With a lot of the party planning out of his hands, Ty was left to do more important things: checking in with the staff and staying out of the way of Kole’s party planning and letting her drive. He, and his boat, were merely passengers on her wild ride.

[b]“Should be, assuming you and your party don’t sink the sumbitch.” [/b]The old, greying captain looked at Ty with tired eyes, not looking forward to playing host to the reunion Ty was pushing onto them. It would be fine for the wait and bar staff, who would make big tips, but the captain couldn’t help but assume they’d be rowdy.

Ty shrugged in response, [b][color=#ffdd27]“man, we old as hell. I’m almost 30. We’re just gonna chill and swim and get high and maybe someone will hook up or whatever. You’re gonna be fine!” [/color][/b]Ty’s overwhelming positivity and infectious grin seemed to do the trick as the captain visibly relaxed. If nothing else, he knew that Ty would keep things relatively under control. Or, if not Ty, his close friends. [b][color=#ffdd27]“‘sides, I’m not gonna sleep anyway. No one’s gettin’ up to any ruckus on my watch!” [/color][/b]As he spoke, Ty shook the open energy drink he held in his hand. Ty did have a vague plan to stay up for as long as possible, to make sure no one could get into any wildness on his boat. Of course, as he often did, Ty was simultaneously outplaying himself by having a blunt rolled and ready to go sitting in the breast pocket of the polo he wore, but the captain didn’t need to know that.

A half-assed salute, and Ty was on his way to the next stop: the bar. The [i]Sunny’s[/i] bar was stocked to the gills with expensive liquor, and staffed by two bartenders Ty had snatched from some of the most popular night clubs in New York City. Money talked, or something like that. This discussion, Ty suspected, would go by even faster than the one with the captain because it was pretty straightforward. [b][color=#ffdd27]“Yo!” [/color][/b]Ty greeted the bartenders, who turned to face him. With a wide smile still on his face, Ty kept rolling. [b][color=#ffdd27]“It’s gonna be a busy night. Weekend? I don’t even remember. You let me know if those cheap bastards I went to school with don’t tip, aight? I got you. Also, did you guys get that thing I asked you to grab?” [/color][/b]Ty asked, leaning across the bar and looking inquisitively between the two.

[b]“Yeah, man. I got you.” [/b]One of them replied, before holding out a hand that contained a small ziplock baggie. Ty took it and grinned as he straightened up.

[b][color=#ffdd27]“Tight! Thanks, bro.” [/color][/b]Ty turned to walk away. There wasn’t much else to be said, and as he headed toward the upper deck and the pool where he assumed Ama and Asher were waiting for him, Ty ripped the tiny bag open and poured out the four grams of psilocybin mushrooms and popped them into his mouth. He chewed thoughtfully, wondering how anyone ate these commonly. Maybe he should have gotten the chocolate bars… these kind of tasted like dirt raw.

Why did he know what dirt tasted like?

Ty quickly shook that thought from his head as he made his way to the pool and waved to the already waiting Amalee and Asher. Above him, the ship’s horn sounded. Thirty minutes until the anchor lifted and the games began.[/color][/indent][/indent]