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Balthazar wasn't entirely sure what to expect, he'd taken a few pictures of the scenery on the way to the boat. They weren't his best shots, taken with a small ... Whilst his canon was nestled in the bag he'd brought with him. He hoped they were allowed to keep their bags, he'd been too preoccupied sorting Dusk out to go over the details of the show. 

Crossing over to the island hadn't been as peaceful for him, so much so he hadn't been able to take any shots at all. Having never been on a boat before Bal wasn't prepared for the ferocious onslaught of seasickness that hit him as soon as the boat left the harbour. The cowboy was used to motion but this was...something else entirely. As soon as they'd docked, he'd staggered off of the boat and be accosted by several members of staff. All of which were trying to help him as well as shield him from view as he fought to keep what was left of his lunch in his stomach. 

Because of his unfortunate trip here, he'd arrived a little later to the party than most people. Now his feet were back on dry land he'd managed to calm his stomach and despite resisting at first, Bal eventually allowed the show's crew to tidy him up a bit afterwards. Once they'd released him, Balthazar had taken it upon himself to head straight for the bar and sit himself down on one of the seats on the end. 

After the embarrassing trip over to the island, Bal was hoping he could 'hide' out there, at least until he'd consumed some liquid courage. Losing the contents of his stomach over the side of the boat and spending the entire time bent double, groaning like something from the Walking Dead, was not how he wanted to be remembered...he could only imagine what the other contestants already thought of him. 

With a long winded sigh, Bal took his hat off and placed it on the bar beside him, waving the barman over he ran his fingers through his hair, pulling it back from his face and ordered a drink. What he needed was bourbon or a strong whiskey...what he got was a tropical cocktail. 

[color=68D6A6]"Erm, I, I didn't order this-hey!...and he's gone...perfect"[/color] Bal started, gradually lowering his voice as the barman wandered away from him. 

Balthazar twisted the drink this way and that as he debated whether to drink it or not. Right now, he was acting as if he had never seen anything like it before. He had, but he'd never been in the situation where he was the one having to drink it. 
[color=68D6A6]"Bottoms up, I guess"[/color] He shrugged after a few indecisive moments before he lifted the drink up and proceeded to dodge around the plethora of decorations adorning the top of the glass. It was a battle that ended with him poking himself in the eye with a pink umbrella as he poured the sweet drink down his throat. 

[color=68D6A6]"Good god, syrup...pure syrup"[/color] He commented, putting the empty glass down and pressing the back of his hand against his mouth. 

Bal was so sure, he was invisible at the edge of the bar he wasn't worried that people might frown at the fact he was talking to himself.