“You know me I live to party.” The two shared a chuckle then went back to work. Jerry hated his job, he hated typing all day long writing sensless...computer codes for someone elses profit, it just didn’t make sense to him. He did know though that if he didn’t make enough money he wouldn’t be able to carry out his labor of love. A smirk crawled across his lips as he thought about his night job. He couldn’t wait for tonight, he had a good feeling.“Hey there,” Jerry stopped and looked to the. A one way exchange of pleasantries followed. The hostess said nothing until they were past and then, with a quizzical look on her face, she turned to the Captain. ‘Something has been bothering me about these blokes and I think that I’ve just realised what it is.’ ‘What is it?’ ‘Although they looked drunk right from the time they staggered aboard, and they certainly acted drunk for the whole of the journey, and they did seem to consume huge quantities of whisky, when one of them kissed me there. ”They returned to the blockage. The rubble wasn’t passable yet, but they could see an opening at the top, with only stairs beyond. John also noticed that three steps flattened into a small landing before resuming their upward climb. There was a doorway-sized opening in the wall, which looked like the source of the obstacle.John put his fingertips to his lips and mimed listening closely. They sat still for several minutes, straining to hear any sound.That was the pose Syg found them in when she. Or perhaps that was upside down rather than right side up?“A delectable morsel for her Majesty. I suppose that means me.”“More than likely,” agreed the cat, his eyes gleaming as he curled and then uncurled his tail slowly.“I wonder if I am meant to be simply an appetizer, then?”“Perhaps you are meant to be the main course. Or dessert. The Queen, so I have heard, has an appetite for young women such as yourself.”Alice shuddered, recalling she’d heard the same. “I don’t suppose you are competent.