> >Percy is waving the card, "Tut! Tut! Tut! Nooonsense, my good > >C'pn Google-de-gook-ski. S'my dooty to go home, I mean to talk > >to you and..." > > > > >> "That would be ample time to make arrangements for our > > >> lift from Glisten..." > > > >"No, no! Dat wooood bee rood, don'ch know." Lord Percy shakes > >his head back and forth. > >"Very well, then. We shall talk. Here, or...?" > > >In swinging his head he turns his eyes to Sharda and stops > >squinting at her, "And canna be rood to this lovely lady...you > >*know* you look just like my Aunt Hilda after I've > >'disappointed her yet again', did'ch know that?" > > > >He then turns back to the blonde and says waving his hands, > >at the not inconsiderable pile of chips and slopping some of > >his drink as he does, "Barbie, sweety! Would you please gather > >up whatever is left and cash 'em in for me. I gotta go make > >talky-talky with my new friends...um...at the bar. Yes, at the > >bar!" > > > >"You bet, Percykins" she says leaning down to give the man a > >quick kiss on the lips. > > > >Drunk as a lord, Percy, turns around, seems to get his > >bearings and with a stagger starts walking away from the table > >pointing with the drink in his hand toward a doorway on one > >side of the casino, "To the bar, Cap'n and Auntie Hilda! > >Barward HO!" > > > >The waiter is just arriving with drinks for Sasha and Sharda > >as Lord Percy begins to stagger off. The blonde is quickly > >sweeping the chips (which could be all that's left of the > >ship's operating funds for all you know) together into a large > >cloth handkerchief and the people surrounding the table are > >all calling out cheery goodbyes to the departing lord. > >Captain Krikor rescues his martini from the waiter, deftly keeping it >level. > >He turns to the bellman. "I thought I heard a mutter from your bell >Captain. I do see indeed!" > > >The junior bellman is still standing next to Sasha, he says > >quietly, "I'm sorry Captain. His Lordship wasn't *this* bad > >until the last week or so, but he's been like you see him now > >for the last few days. The staff has had to retrieve him from > >where ever he passes out and pour him into his room every > >night since he had his...judgment day...as he calls it." > >"Oh, as Dame Gidikki says, and what might that be?" He hesitates before >following his lordship to the bar. Krikor Ctvrtznadzeh approaches the bar, following in the turbulent wake of his lordship's passing. "I trust your stay has been pleasing, milord, but presume that you are ready for the journey homeward?" Sasha
