And now the dramatic conclusion.
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Young Roxanne had enjoyed herself a little too much on this trip, as she had been having cocktail after cocktail. Showing the Men's bathroom how great of time she had been having, it resulted in making it unusable for the rest of the trip.
As the queue built up for the woman's bathroom, CK wobbled over and waited. After he made it to the promised land, he emerged and saw the young gentleman, his suit disheveled and a scowl on his face.
"It's no problem, bro," CK said, adding that its all over.
"It is a problem, and it's not over," the young man said, taking CK by surprise.
A lack of riboflavin in CK's diet, had made him feel very cool, almost like he could get away with wearing Aviator sunglasses, even at night. He responded with a pat on the young man's chest,
"Then I guess we will settle it on the dock."
"I guess we will."
"I guess we will."
Feeling like a tough guy, CK left the dining room/bathroom/lounge cabin, and headed to the Lido deck, probably trailing a piece of toilet paper on his shoe.
CK emerged onto the Lido deck, hoping to get a dance with Coco. He was discussing nautical knowledge with a young lady, showing her how to navigate by stars. CK descended back to the dining area, and he saw a scuffle ensuing.
The young man had continued his antics, motivating Baker to ask him to calm down. In slow motion, he used the C word in describing Baker, unleashing the fury of the Fab.
"Only I get to call her that!" the angry Fab exclaimed, having to be restrained.
Out of nowhere, Glass Joe jumped through the plated glass window arriving in the dining room ready to rumble.
The ship's second officer/bartender arrived on scene to break it up.
CK tried to explain that things had gone awry because of the young man's comments.
"Not the girls man, not the girls!" CK said over and over. Glass Joe punched a life preserver in agreement.
"Take us back to the dock!"
Tools O'Shea had been in the U.S. for about 3 weeks and had befriended almost everyone on the boat. He took CK aside to calm him down.
"It's naught wert it, me friend." His kind eyes making up for grabbing a fistful of CK's shirt.
The final straw had been broken and the ship powered back to port. CK felt bad about the situation and wadded up a five dollar bill, shoving it into the hand of the purser/second officer/bartender/bouncer.
"Sorry for the trouble man," CK said, not realizing the douche chills he will be feeling for the next weeks to come.
The excitement of the situation brought everyone down to earth, and the group escaped together without ever hearing from the young man again.
Paps celebrated the evening by removing his shirt, and CK followed suit, angling the shirt to rest over most of his body anyway.
Randomly Paps starting hailing cabs for girls, secretly hoping that someone would invite him to come with.
The night ended with cocktails at the bar, and telling stories of how great life is when you live in a city.
Then everyone clinked glasses.
ck
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