[OPEN] never lose those sea legs

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WHO || Thoster Chatwyn and you! [open!]
WHAT || Thoster makes his own fun on the 'high seas' of the Thames
WHERE || On a boat mother fucker, don't you ever forget
WHEN || April 2nd
HOW || Prose or actionspam is fine. Pick your poison.

While the party at the castle had been plenty of fun, it wasn't enough to put Thoster out of commission. He'd been in more taverns than he could count and had far wilder nights. So early the next morning, he set out to check on his ship, which he had docked at a nearby river. Wynn had assured him that his baby was safe, but that didn't stop Thoster from feeling like he needed to take inventory and be certain that all things were in order.

So he's found his way aboard his lovely vessel and is not being quiet about it. Thoster's voice carries as he belts out songs and shanties to anyone who passes by. His movements are quick, jumping from task to task, as it all comes second nature by now. But his antics are clearly a sign of a man who craves attention and he's easily distracted by anyone who stops to look remotely interested in what he's doing.

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"Oh! That makes more sense." She leans back against the side of the boat. Of Alice. "That's kinda sweet, naming it after your mom."

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Thoster takes a moment to appreciate how well the boat suits Andie. Okay, he's basically checking her out. Semantics.

"Call it my old soft heart getting the better of me- But it didn't feel right to call her anything else."

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She glances away, expression distant. "My mom died when I was really young. I barely remember her." She doesn't exactly look sad, just... something. But it passes pretty quickly, and she looks back at him, smiling flirtatiously and also blushing a lot because she's not used to flirting. "Can you take me sailing?" It's probably slow. But she can deal with slow! Cute guys are more important than fastness!

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He can tell that he's touched on a sensitive subject, which doesn't make him very comfortable because dealing with feelings isn't exactly something he's great at. But she fixes it all with a grin and he's back to nodding and smiling in return.

"Suppose that's what the ship is for, isn't it?" He jokes as he sets to move around the deck to prepare for a quick sail down the river. "Give me a hand, beautiful?" Because if there's something he likes as much as a lovely face, it's when that face is accompanied by capable hands.

((Unfortunately I am not knowledgeable on sailing so just assume the details, k? K))

[asap]

"Sure!" And she scrambles up to start doing whatever sorts of boat like things he asks her to do and they have a lovely time sailing around and flirting.