“Whenever they want.”
We all exchange glances. Great. We will be up all night with these fuckers.
“Helga and Agnes will be here soon.”
“Agnes?” Hayden asks. “What does she do?”
“We haven’t had her on board before, but she’s an MC, and with so many on board tonight, we thought we could use a master of ceremonies who will run the timetable for tonight.”
“Timetable?” I frown. That’s a bit over the top, isn’t it?
I glance over at the boys, and they shrug.
“Fucking hell,” Basil mouths.
Captain Mark takes off in the direction of the stairs. “Let’s continue the training.”
“You look great.” Hayden smiles up at me as she straightens my bow tie.
I’m wearing black pants and a red glitter bow tie and am shirtless.
This is the bottom of the fucking barrel. I already know that I will never live this down.
“Everybody on deck,” a voice calls over the speaker system. The woman’s voice is husky and deep, with a Nordic accent.
“Who’s that?” I frown.
“Must be Agnes.” Hayden smiles as she kisses me quickly. “Do I look okay?”
I step back. “Twirl.”
She twirls, and I smile at her getup. She and the girls are wearing fruit suits.
She has green stockings on and a big puffy red strawberry dress and a headband that has strawberry leaves coming out of it. Big red love hearts are drawn on her cheeks.
“Cutest strawberry I ever saw.” I bump her with my hips. “May have to eat you later.” I bump her with my hips again. “Make some strawberry jam.”
She giggles and holds up her phone. “Selfie.”
I stand behind her and put my face to hers, and we smile up at the camera. “This is so fun.” She laughs.
“It totally is.”
Is it really, though? Because I’m not feeling it.
She does a little dance on the spot, and I smile. Her excitement is contagious.
“Hurry up,” the voice demands through the speaker.
Hayden widens her eyes with a giggle.
I frown. “Calm down, Agnes.”
We open our bedroom door and hear the others all arguing in their cramped quarters. “I just don’t see why I couldn’t be the orange,” Bernadette whines.
“Because I look better in orange,” Kimberly snaps.
“You look good in everything,” Bernadette fires back. “I don’t want to be the grape. I hate grapes.” She fiddles with her headband. “This thing is fucking itchy.”
“I like grapes,” Basil says as he combs his hair in the mirror. “I like oranges too. Why isn’t it a bachelorette party tonight? I’m horny as.” He fiddles with his hair some more. “Wish we got a job on one of those Studs Afloat boats where the waiters fuck all the girls . . . now that would be a good job.”
“Where is she?” Bodie snaps as he holds his phone to his ear. “She’s not answering my fucking calls. This is the tenth time I’ve called today.”
“She’s met someone else, and you’re being creepy,” Kimberly replies casually as she pushes Basil out of the way of the mirror. Bodie met a girl on shore last night. He’s obsessed.
“Hurry up,” the voice nearly yells through the speaker.