It was hard to resist offering to cater few side dishes for the neighbourhood party when the invitation from Joseph arrived. Once he was done making sure that the dishes that took up quite a number of time to prepare for the buffet were all set up accordingly, Hannes made his move to mingle around with others on the yacht. He might had overestimated his tolerance level for alcohol when he’d agreed to a round [or was it two?] of drinking game with someone, it had been a long time since he let himself loose. Currently overwhelmed with his own drunkenness, the chef could be found lounging by the side of the sparkling pool, one hand holding a glass of Margarita as he looked up at the night sky without any concern as to the fact that he had literally gotten into the water with his clothes on, minus his suit. “The stars are looking real p-rretty from over here.” He mumbled out loudly before taking a sip of his drink.
