AN: Another oldie~ I just figured I should post something. _ Since it's been a while since my last one. I'm still working on the NxD one but so far it's not working out how I want it too, lol.
Anyways, in case you didn't know, this one is based off of I'm on a Boat by The Lonely Island. 8D
"I can't believe you actually managed to convince me into doing this, old man," The white haired teen said as he stood from the lawn chair and removed the dark glasses from his eyes with his human hand.
"Come on, kid," the older man said as he pulled the stopper out of the large bottle of cheap champagne that sat in the ice between their chairs. "This is the life; it's not every day you get an entire cruise ship to yourself."
"Actually Dante, we're not 'alone' on this ship, you seem to have forgotten about the swimsuit models and him." The boy jabbed his index finger in the direction of the rapper who was sporting the same tailored suit as them. "What the hell possessed you to bring him along? And the suits? Really? I feel ridiculous." He said pointing down at his attire.
"Well one, swimsuit models are hot and, they add to the view. Two, yes, we needed the suits; women love a sharp dressed man." Dante remarked peering at the kid over the dark frames. "And as for him, well why not? He's cool, right?"
"Yeah, but couldn't you have picked someone that we actually know?" He asked, as he watched the older man pour himself a glass of the champagne. "Like Kyrie, Trish, or hell, even Lady?"
"Mmm," Dante mumbled as he took a generous amount of the alcohol into his mouth, swallowed, and then preceded wiping the extra that dripped down the dark stubble on his chin. "See now if we did that then it would defeat the purpose of having a guys week end, so Nero, unless you can think of some guys that would could invite that preferably aren't dead, then T-Pain is the best we got." Nero simply rolled his eyes as he made his way over to the railing that sat between them and the open water.
Eyeing his now empty glass, Dante realized that he was going to have to slow down or he would be completely wasted before the end of the afternoon. Eh, what does it matter? You only live once, right? He thought as he refilled his glass as well as the empty one that was brought out for Nero by the ship's staff. Sighing as he stood, he began to walk towards where the kid was.
"Listen kiddo, you really gotta get yourself some pussy man, you're way too uptight." Dante stated passing the glass of champagne to Nero. "I mean you're on a motherfucking boat, with hot chicks, all the alcohol anyone could ever want and what do you do? You bitch and complain. If that's not uptight, then fuck, I don't know what is." Nero stared at the glass a moment, before downing its contents in an attempt to prove the man wrong. The alcohol burned the back of his throat slightly as it went down, though he tried to make it seem as though he didn't feel the sensation.
"You know what, fine. We'll do this your way this time," Nero said placing the empty glass on the railing. "But god damn it, if you get anymore dumb ass ideas like this, remind me to never entertain them ever again." Ensuring he put extra emphasis on the words 'never' and 'ever again.'
"Ha-ha! Yes!" Dante chuckled as he slammed his open palm into Nero's back. "That's my boy." It was then that Nero realized that maybe putting his fate in Dante's hands wasn't such a good idea.