The Fuck Deck

 I was with Martin on a cruise ship. It felt like a big party boat with a lot of young adults. I remember signs pointing to places like "party room" and "the fuck deck". Martin was being a bit slow, so I explored a bit with Joen, going on a miniature indoors ferris wheel and some other silly things. I kind of wanted to make new friends, though, and maybe meet a girl, so I started chatting around.

I saw some people that I recognised from secondary school, or possibly the military. Old acquaintances with immigrant backgrounds. The one name I did recognise, apparently I'd gotten wrong all these years (I'd said Fissnick, but apparently it was Fisnek), but after correcting myself and ordering a drink, I was all right with the group. They went on ahead into another room while I was going to pay.

My purse was filled with a jumble of different currencies, but none of them seemed enough to pay for the drink in one go. I started paying with Japanese yen, when my pounds weren't enough. It wasn't enough either so I found an envelope in my bag that I thought might hold more. It didn't and I looked up helplessly at the bartender.

"It's all right, I'll remember that you owe ¥50,000", he said with a smile. It didn't feel much at the time, more like a relief. I took the drink and realised Martin was there. He was wearing a kind of high-tech hazard suit and I realised I did too. It was part of some kind of game we were playing. I was keen to go see my new-found friends and maybe a girl, but he wanted to go on the mini ferris wheel and do some other stuff that we apparently did the last time we were on this cruise together.

I told him I'd already done that with Joen and headed into the party room with the adjoining fuck deck. My new friends were sitting with a whole group of girls and one of them showed immediate interest and asked if I wanted to go smoking with her. I said I used to smoke cigar but not in a long time. Seemed like we were going smoking.