To many men, drunken hours on a midnight ship have not been the friendliest of times--as for me, well, the company is fine and although the bar is closed, the drinks keep coming. It is quite an anomaly, I would suppose. But perhaps not.
My partner and I abandoned the dance floor hours ago. We had a laugh and shared a drink, but an unpleasant odor from heaven knows where stifled our amorous mood rather quickly. We joined a party of card players. It was silly, but soon my money was on the table, and there I was gambling without my wits about me.
They even got me to put up my yacht.
I had hoped for it to be a rewarding evening, yet here I am with my dinner jacket in one hand and my empty wallet in the other.
My dance partner was the big winner and left without a word but had a big smile just for me.
Boy, do I hate sharks.
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