Is this what it feels like to be a billionaire with more money than you can spend in your lifetime, pampered like a queen as you sip fruity drinks with little gold umbrellas while perched in front of an elegant glass table atop a modernist wooden deck overlooking the ocean?
If so, you need to start becoming a billionaire yesterday, because this is the life!
Your drink is cold and refreshing, and you hold the glass against the side of your face as you lean back in your seat, gazing into the sunset.
Yeah. Sunset.
Because, miraculously, the rain cleared as soon as you got to the dock. Now there’s just scattered orange clouds, turningdeeper purple and then blue as the last rays of early autumn sun dip below the horizon.
It’s still quite cold, but thanks to the three drinks you’ve already downed, you’re no longer feeling the bite.
And besides.
There’s a private hot tub right outside the owner’s cabin that you can’t wait to try out.
Just as soon as you’re done enjoying your fill of the free beverages and snacks, that is.
This really is the life!
Hopefully the weather holds.
When you got to the yacht, the captain met you at the dock and let you know the whole area is under a hazardous seas warning. Something about a ‘small craft advisory’ or the like. And he did say the words, ‘very steep and hazardous’, which sounded pretty ominous.
But it hasn’t been too bad yet. Just a bit choppy. Only downside is you’re still in the bay, unable to really go as far as you may have wanted.
Maybe you can get the rich vampire guy to give you a bonus night just because of the weather.
Probably not, but you still count yourself as lucky. After all, here you are cruising in the middle of the still-rather-choppy bay, your feet up on the chair across from you, humming tunelessly to yourself as you stare out into the ocean through the outlet of the bay.
“Shall I bring you another?” asks the waiter, picking up your empty glass and setting it on his tray.
“I think she’s had enough,” Ziros cuts in from beside you, but you wave his worry off.
“Nonsense! It’s all free! That means I need to get my money’s worth.”
“Is that how that works?” he asks with a suppressed laugh, folding his arms. Leaning back in his seat as he regards you with a mix of what appears to be amusement and concern.
“Yep,” you say as the waiter disappears with your empty glass. “Sure is.”
Ziros has had at least twice as many drinks as you, and shows no sign of being affected.Figures.
“Besides,” you add. “It’s my birthday. That means none of these drinks count.”
“Pretty sure that’s not how it works, human.”
You wince, even with the three drinks already in your system.
“I told you not to call me that,” you hiss, but Ziros only laughs.
“Human. This yacht is owned by a vampire. I don’t think we need to worry about secrecy.”
You glance back in the direction the waiter went, making sure you’re alone before whispering, “But what about hisstaff? What if they don’t know?”
Ziros just shrugs.
“Does it matter?”
“Of course it—”
