Dialogue Color: #318237 ||Thought Color: #2C14E5 ||Face Claim Ryan Reynolds
Anthony was simply sitting at the open bar, scanning the dance floor for a potential lay. Sharply dressed in one of his fanciest, and most expensive suits, it wouldn't be hard. He was a very handsome man after all. Well... His appearance was handsome. His attitude was not, having just gotten out of what seemed like the hundredth meeting with the Germans. Why couldn't they just go with what he wanted and make things simple and easy for him? Well... If things were easy he wouldn't be where he was right now.
But. As of right now. He was done with meetings. One more tomorrow to go and he should have them eating out of his pocket. So he decided that it was time for an early celebration. As much booze as he could pour down the latch and hopefully (most likely) someone to share his very expensive cabin room with. This was the hard part. Because you had to find someone who wasn't with their lover, which was usually the case for these things. But. Get someone drunk enough and you could at the very least be someone's "Biggest Mistake". Which in all honesty, Anthony didn't care if he was or not. He wasn't looking for eternity. Just a one night fuck. Maybe two night if they were good enough in the sac, but that was rarely the case.
Anthony also had to make sure that he didn't start chatting up one of his business associates. That would only make this trip longer than it was. He was 101% ready to just go home. Actually. He was ready to go home the moment he stepped on the boat. Of course he didn't realize the boat had other plans for him that he didn't approve of in the slightest.
Just as he was getting some pretty lady drunk and practically in his lap (to be fair... She was practically in his lap before he offered her a drink), Anthony felt the boat move funny. Boats weren't supposed to do that he was pretty sure. Not unless they were... 'Oh shit...' He thought before verbally voicing the same statement once the boat started to fall sideways, "Oh shit!" With a lurch of the boat, Anthony was practically thrown off of his bar stool. The babe on his lap, she was thrown off. Off of him. And he would have followed her path had he not got down on the 'dirty and revolting' floor and clung for his life to the bar underneath the stool.
A thing that only helped him so long. Because eventually the boat, and he, were completely perpendicular with the ocean water below him. He was quite literally hanging for his life, gravity pulling down at his feet. And he could only hold on for so long. While people below him were screaming, drowning and dying... It was only a matter of minutes before his grip slipped and he was following their fate.
When Anthony did finally fall, thankfully no one or thing was underneath him. But the fall against the cold water wasn't exactly the most... Pleasant. In fact, had he not grabbed on the a piece of wood floating close by, he probably would have drowned. The CEO clung to this piece of wood for life as he watched the death and destruction as well as he could in the light of the moon.
Anthony wasn't sure how he passed out. But his best guess was from the cold of the water. He was freezing now... But alive. But fuck did his body hurt literally everywhere from hitting the water like he did. He groaned loudly as he rolled his face out of the sand, processing a moment before having to spit the leftover sand out of his mouth.
Once he realized his was alive, he was happy. Once he realized everything else... He was not. Anthony struggled to his feet and he start cursing up a storm. Cursing the boat! Cursing the water! Cursing his job! All the way down to cursing the fact that his expensive suit was completely and utterly ruined!!! Not to mention that he had to curse the fact that literally everything hurt. Including his head from the hangover his body decided to delightfully bestow upon him. To say he was making an awful lot of racket was an understatement.
Anthony ran his hands through his hair, trying to flatten it down a bit before brushing off as much sand as he could. "Alright... Now where the hell am I?" He wondered, looking around the island to see if there was maybe some form of civilization so he could find his way home. No... Just sand, sand, trees, rocks, a person or two, and look... MORE SAND! Anthony decided to settle his attention on the people he found laying there. Dead? Maybe.
When he heard a shout of Hello!, he swiveled his head to see a girl in the sand and another getting up to run towards her. Okay... So alive people then. And as of right now it was his best shot... He ignored the sand in his (also extremely expensive) shoes and stalked his way over to the two young ladies.
"I'd say good morning but it's not very good." Was how the male started, "Please tell me either of you two know where the hell we are and how to get out of it." He'd smile... But he wasn't exactly in a smiling sort of mood.