Getaway

[01] Wet Dream Water Machine

Raven McQueen, Phoenix Von Dohren and Blu Lawless are on a boat with lots of other hardcore and pop punk bands. Dreamy jelly-looking turquoise water foams up against the sides as they sail through the Pacific. Inside is a studio of mixing desks, disco equipment, laptops and alcohol. Lots of alcohol. SMASH. Suddenly, silence... followed by shouting explodes into the babbling chat and booming beats blaring out of various hi-fi systems plastered to the walls. Flickering rainbow lights glint off glass pieces scattered across a sticky dance floor.

"Fuck it!" Stomping his foot, Raven yells and throws his right arm to the ceiling.

"Come on," Phoenix hastily urges to Raven, linking arms with him, pulling him away and sailing through the angry crowd towards the door. From there they burst out of darkness and into the light on the balcony of the boat.

Standing out there already, is nobody but Blu Lawless, in a white sailor's peak and blue shoulder patches to match the occasion. Quickly, Phoenix flashes Raven a querying look. Raven nods and they proceed to stand either side of Blu. On the left is Phoenix, Raven to the right.

"It's fucking nuts in there," Blu says a little giddy sounding, staring out at the ocean.

A smile spreads across Raven's face, "It so is."

Blu turns to look at him, "Oh yah? Well I'm done with this shit. They can have their boat party without me."

Phoenix joins in and pumps a fist in the air, "And without me," he laughs.

"Just had a row with you know who puss-in-boots motherfucker!" cheers Raven, enthused.

"Really!?" Blu is intrigued.

"Hellz yeah," Raven talks so cute and giggles.

"But oh my fucking god," he continues, "He was accusing me of not contributing... Not contributing uhuh," he coughs, "But excuse me, I put so much effort into this little pussy club of hi-"

"Dude!" yells Phoenix, shoving Raven in the shoulder... "Cool it would you?"

And with a splash, Drop Dead vest somersaulting over red-and-yellow-streaked black-straightened hair: Raven is fully submerged in the water.

"Bl-fu-meugh!" The frontman of Death to the Skies emerges from the salty water spluttering, "Ah my god, it's freezing!"

A blue object is slowly floating away.

Frantically waving his arms around, but not making any effort to get it, Raven cries, noticing it, "My passport!"

Blu and Phoenix are both in fits laughing. Now Raven is making a scene and screaming like a girl.

"Phoenix to the rescue!" Phoenix jumps into the ocean, pulling Blu with him. "Haha! Hahaha..." he laughs as Blu gasps in shock at the fall.

"Raven, you don't need it anyway, why the fuss?" Blu splashes in his direction.

"Cos, I like to make a fuss, Mr Sailor!" Raven chuckles splashing back at Blu and soaking his face top down.

"Oh shit!" ...They all stop and turn to look at Phoenix. "My phone!" he exclaims. Blu and Raven turn to each other, uh oh. Pulling it out his pocket, Phoenix shakes it about. It still works.

"Just kidding, false alarm," he waves his waterproof phone in their faces winking and calls Raven whose ringtone sounds slightly bubbly. Under the water. "Touché."

"Aaa!" Raven yelps trying to fish it out his pocket ... "Umm, I think my pants are falling down..." Blushing, black eyeliner dribbles down his cheek.

"Ahahahahaha," they all cackle together heads up into the sunshine, palm trees surrounding the rocky coastal inlet of La Jolla in the distance.

Then they stop. The boat. So busy messing around laughing, they hadn't noticed. The boat had pulled away!

"Well'p," says Raven, "Looks... like we're stranded!" And he throws his arms up in the air.

Fist-pumping with the angel of rainbow hair and sex synth, Blu and Phoenix chorus, "Woohoo!"

It's for the best.

"I do not care," Phoenix accentuates.

And the crew just laughs even more.

"Yeah. Fuck that shit," says Blu high fiving his winged chest tattoo counterpart.

As if preaching a message, he continues, "We don't need them."

Then huddling them all in closer to a circle, he almost whispers:

"Why don't we get our own boat," and pauses for effect "... Just..." he breathes again, "us." And he waits, anxiously flicking his gorgeous brown eyes at them both.

"Yes!" Raven and Phoenix both woop, "Yes! Haha... Oh my god," they exclaim excitedly staring at each other as if asking why hadn't they thought of this amazing idea before.

Over the six months since the 'Raveship' had been set up - by no one other than the bands signed to Mirage - lead singer and bassist of 'Cash In, Cash Out': Ashby Carlton, had basically put the boots on and decided he was captain of the crew. Most people were fine with this. However, he had a severe problem with the Death to the Skies members... and that included Blu now, as he was working with them on a collaborative album. Plus, the three of them: Raven, Phoenix and Blu had become, practically best buddies. And, with that - worst enemies with Ashby Carlton, leader of the ship.

It was only a matter of time before they knew their time on that ship would be up.

But now they had left to start a legacy of their own, a Raveship better than Ashby could have ever imagined.

Eyes squinting against the sun, Raven threw his head back and yelled, "We're gonna have more fun than his lousy ass will ever in his life every night on our ship!"

Like they were raising their glasses to a toast, the evening light glistening off their soaking clothes, all three of them clasped fists before Phoenix cut the party short...

"Right, I'm freezing my ass off - and tits," he groaned, smirking shortly after.

"Me t- too," giggled Blu, taking off his cap and putting it on Phoenix. Backwards.

Actually it really suited Phoenix.

"My balls... are iced," Raven squirmed, hugging Phoenix with puppy dog eyes.

Wincing a grin at him, Phoenix makes a call on his slightly dripping phone, and within fifteen minutes, a little pastel blue speedboat pulls up beside the treading water trio.

"Thank fuck for that," smiles Raven, giving his hand up to the driver to be the first one out of the water.

"To the better life!" Blu kicks off his jeans sitting there, red boxers dripping over his crotch.

Phoenix stares, quickly shaking his head away, kicking back on his bench as the motor starts to whirr and they head towards mainland.

"Yohoho..." he grins, cracking open a bottle of beer, arm around the beautiful Raven McQueen, kissing him on the cheek. "Love you," he whispers.