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The boat was [i]busy[/i]. The amount of girls present on the boat had to be breaking the maximum capacity limit. Lyss had already downed half of the champagne glass to even gather the energy to move past the girls shaking their ass and spilling their drinks. She wasn’t opposed to a party, but today she had more important plans than getting fucked up. There could be no distraction while she looked for Blake Schmidt. It was already a bad sign that she felt the presence of several apparitions nearby, and that wasn’t counting the ones that lived within her friends. The possibility that Blake already had other extra-normal friends would make this a challenge. She wasn’t going to let that stop her, though.

The back of the boat proved to be a dead zone for a middle aged sugar daddy, so Lyss moved inwards. She could cover all five floors while the rest searched the front. Her eyes peered over the crowd at the bar on the first floor before she headed up a staircase onto the next. From there it was just a sea of women lounging in chairs with their drinks. Some looked bored. As if they were there just hoping that Blake would notice them and they’d be set. The others were just on the boat for the free tan and alcohol with their girls. She’d made it all the way to peek at the helm of the ship before she realized she’d wasted time. There was no way a narcissist would hide himself away above the party. He was either center stage or he’d already made his way below deck with some of the thirsty girls. 

Lyss huffed before turning towards the stairs. She made her way down to the third floor of the deck before she heard a man’s voice playing from speakers towards the front. Her feet slowed to a stop, and then she slowly made her way towards the railing that overlooked the front of the boat. When she neared the edge, she found her viewing spot blocked by a woman standing on the railing. A microphone in hand, blue and white lights lighting her up as she held onto a silk fabric that was (hopefully) tied up above. Lyss raised an eyebrow as she watched the performance. Her hip was cocked and she sipped onto the champagne as the woman made her way down the silk and onto the floor below. Lyss took this as an opportunity to make her way towards the very spot the woman balanced herself on the railing. She leant onto it and found herself overlooking the entire front of the boat. It was just as busy as the front, but Lyss could spot her Coven girls within the crowd.

The woman that was lip-syncing was on stage now, and Lyss took this as an opportunity to look at every inch of the front deck. Blake had to be here. Otherwise he was off doing some type of nasty shit and Lyss absolutely did NOT want to barge in on that. She noticed Madison activate the Jaws, right in the middle of the crowd, and frowned. The apparitions that were present had an energy was focused at the front. If anyone here was Extra-Normal, they would have seen her little display. Yet as her eyes travelled over the crowd she could see no one had noticed. Lyss downed the rest of her champagne and was just about to turn away, to make her way to the front deck, when she heard many of the girls shout:

[b]”Fire!”[/b]

Lyss turned back and she found the exact location of the concern. By some will of satan, the exact man she was looking for came to put it out. Lyss grinned. [color=D3D3D3] “Gotcha, Schmidty.”[/color] She murmured before turning towards the stairs at the back of the deck. This time she didn’t waste a second. She slipped her way easily through the crowd and even managed to grab another glass of champagne from a confused waiter. Poor sap wasn’t sure how to calm the girls that were now leaving the front because of the mishap.

She could see Blake Schmidt standing next to the charred spot. He looked obnoxiously smug as he placed his hands on his hips. [i]What a hero.[/i] She thought snarkily. As she drew closer Lyss downed the glass of champagne, set it on a waitress’s tray, and put on her best grin as she walked straight up to Blake fucking Schmidt.

[color=D3D3D3] “I’ve been looking for you.”[/color]