The Captain was standing there, watching. The new swab from earlier was next to her. Something about all this didn’t feel right. What the hell was a...new swab doing on the command deck?“What the hell is the point of all this, anyway?” Lace yelled at Jack. “The whole ship’s cocked up now, and my riggers are having to work double! This is your fucking fault!”“Even if that were true, I wouldn’t care.” Jack still hadn’t moved.“It is true! Look around! You think a ship is supposed to look like. The dating game obviously wasn’t new to him, but he seemed hesitant, as if disbelieving as I cautiously took the seat next to him. I observed a lighter band of skin around his left ring finger, and gave him a grin, which was returned at half the intensity. “Sam,” I said, holding out my hand. “Liam,” he replied, taking it. His grasp was strong and his hands work-worn. Based on his attire, I would’ve guessed that he was a construction worker of sorts, the type that spent the day coated in hot. We judge. One will perform tonight. Do you understand?"They nodded.When they went to the stage, I picked the song rather quickly. It was an oldie but goodie. It even got a reaction from the others. It was Juvenile's "Back That Ass Up." They promptly began to twerk with veracity. After the song began, Milo came out and watched them. I promised that I would protect my new investment. So, one eye was on Milo and the other was on the twerking asses of Peaches and Kitty.Peaches kept it basic, which. Lurid red and blue neon tubes ran along the fascia of an otherwise innocuous old warehouse building. The same tubes twisted into the shape of a heavy breasted girl twirling around a pole. The name, "SATAN'S HOLE", was emblazoned above a narrow doorway.Subtle, it wasn't."Looks a bit tacky," Laws said. The vodka buzz was fading a little and he wouldn't have objected to heading back to the hotel if the truth be told."Let's check it out," Clark said. "We can always fuck off if the girls are.