another vat of Scotch. Christ Almighty, heâll be falling over and itâs not even
dinner
time, yet. God, Iâm starving. Anyway, Jilly â I got the message about the Regatta Club: shit-hole, right?â
Jilly wrinkled her nose, and one of her eyes might even nearly have winked at him before she turned away to attend to the Grouse.
âItâs not,â she said airily over her shoulder, âall
that
bad. Provided,â she tacked on with a smile as she crossed the barwith Davidâs drink, âyou donât mind listening to Mambo Number Five about ten times a night.â
âOh
Christ
â¦â
â
And
,â went on Jilly â who now was back â âVoulez-Vous Coucher Avec Moi Ce Soir?â
Rollo looked down into the scummy swirl of the last of his Bud.
â
That
,â he said slowly â and now he risked a roguish glance â âis not such a bad idea â¦â
âHa
ha
,â said Jilly, flatly. But she didnât seem
upset
, or anything, donât think. Was she upset? Oh Christ â so hard to tell. This sort of job, sheâs paid to be
nice
, isnât she? So how do you tell? âBut they do stay open late, there â which is good. Cocktails are cool. And even if the musicâs crap, at least itâs
loud
. What sort of stuff are you into, then, Rollo?â
âYou want a drink, or something?â
Jilly shook her head. âMaybe have one later. I like electronic.â
And Rolloâs eyes were instantly ablaze. âMe too!
I
do! Thatâs what IÂ â ! Techno, yeh? You ever go to raves?â
And Jillyâs eyes were dreamy. â
Love
going to raves. Love them. Mobyâs my man.â
âMoby! Moby! I think Mobyâs just fantastic. Jesus, Jilly!â
âTrouble is, I donât go bloody anywhere, now. Been stuck on this ship for months. Seems like
years
. Only get a day â less than a day, just get a poxy few hours in New York and then weâre â â
âOh no â really? You mean you canât check out the scene?â
âCanât check out
anything
, can I? Weâre off to Jamaica after that. Wonât see that place either. And even back in England, my bloke â Sammy, yeh? At the bar?â
âOh yeh. Sammy. Right.â
âRight. Well heâs really into
saving
, you know? Everything I spend itâs, like â a sin? Getting to be a real drag.â
âWhat â saving like in ⦠what, you getting married, or something?â
Jilly spread her fingers on the bar, and looked down. And then she really startled Rollo by suddenly looking up again, and then right at him.
âYeah â I suppose â¦
he
thinks we are, anyway.â
âAnd you?â
âYeah â I
suppose
. Dunno. Not sure. Havenât really
done
anything yet, you know? And Sammy, he says thatâs the whole point: we get married and we do everything together. But I donât know. On this cruise, right? You see so many couples that just bloody
hate
each other, you know? I mean, they seem to be married to the only person in the world they canât even stand to
be
with â¦â
âMm. Mum and Dad are a bit like that.â
Jilly nodded slowly. âSo ⦠I donât know. Really. I think youâre wanted, Rollo â theyâre calling you, looks like.â
Rollo chucked his eyes skywards â for Jillyâs sake, mainly â before reluctantly rolling them round to focus on whatever (he just could guess). Yeh â Mum has finally and about bloody time rolled up, and now sheâs making all these impatient gestures as if
sheâs
been stuck here waiting for
us
. Christ. Not that Iâve minded waiting.
âYeh,â he said, with drawn-out resentment. âGotta go. So look, Jilly â what about I maybe meet up with you in the shit-hole,
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