Post by Sleep スリープ on Mar 21, 2021 2:20:04 GMT -5
Ah, good ole' Yahhoy Port. Hah, who was he kiddin', Sleep fuckin' hated this place. Buncha' rich, snob nose, yuppie pricks and their fat wives. He wanted nothing to do with these kinda' people and did his damnedest to stay as far away from them as he could. Once in a great while they'd find their way over to South City and poke inside the ramen shop where he worked. It grossed him out and made his skin crawl. As soon as they came through that front door, he could sense them and feel his stomach churning.
"Bleh," he spat aloud, sparking up a cigarette and shaking the thoughts away. Needless to say, he certainly hadn't come here because he wanted to. No, he was here for a specific reason. And as soon as he took care of his business, he was outta' here! First thing's first though, he needed to find the damn Yacht where this supposed party was taking place. He imagined it wouldn't be hard when he hard first read the invite flyer, but now that he was down here, he saw the true magnitude and scale of his task ahead.
This Port was ridiculously huge and the freighter ships, luxury cruise ships, sail boats, yachts and speed boats all seemed to sprawl on for miles. Hell, you could barely even see the water with how many boats there were. He grumbled to himself and bit at his ciggy as he took another drag. He needed to get this over with fast, or he was gunna' hurl. Seeing all this money wasted was enough to make most people vomit, but when you came from poverty and worked 'yer ass off just to get to that next meal; places like this were enough to make you wanna' drop a bomb on the whole damn thing.