Crash

Chapter 7

Harry's P.O.V.

I was still lost in deep thought, my mind racing about how to see that man again.

"Oui, I need a fag," Charlie complained, startling me from my daydreams. I looked down at the boy underneath my bunk and grinned.

"Course you do, you prick," I teased, sliding down from the top. I changed shirts into a white button down. I rolled the sleeves up, exposing my forearms.

I had a few tattoos, having them done usually while I was wasted, but I liked them. When I was drunk, I was the real me, and I was completely conscious of my actions.

A delicate rose twisted up my left arm, leading to the ragged ship that intertwines up to a black star, my first tattoo.

I ruffled my hair back, noting in my mind I should take a visit to the ships' barber.

Charlie grinned at me, pulling himself up from the bunk. "Don't be a twat, Harry. God knows you don't like them," he teased, laughing as he danced away from my playful punches.

"Fine, fine," I muse as the two of us walk down the hall that the arrows stated led to the smoke room.

We casually chat about what we'd buy first in America; mine being a few shots of liquor and his being a prostitute. The smell of smoke grows stronger as we walk, inhaling the pleasing aroma.

When I walk in the door, a few heads turn, starring me down. The quiet murmur of the ship is quickly forgotten once I walk into the room full of old, drunk, men. Howls of laughter from the beer bellied men and twinkling giggles from the ship sluts echo all throughout the room.

I saw Charlie instantly connect heads with a pretty brunette and he left my side to fool around with the cigarette bearing skank.

I snorted and looked around the room, spotting a table in the back corner surrounded by smoking men, looking towards a girl wearing a tight black bodice, cutting just under her breasts, her breasts not contained by her white blouse. She leaned forward, taking a drag from her cigarette dangled lazily between her fingers as she dealt out the cards.

I dragged a stool to the table, the people barely glancing upwards at my arrival.

"Welcome," the woman greeted, her eyes slowly dragging up my body until they finally settled on my face. I felt my skin prickle at her inspection, feeling embarrassed that she was checking me out and that she was completely without shame doing it too.

She dealt the cards, passing them to each one of us. The other men were too focused on the game to try and upkeep conversation, so after my feeble attempts I let it go.

I glanced at my cards and inwardly groaned, noticing that I had 16. I wasn't going to dare try and get any more cards.

The man on my right busts at 23, leaving me to stand at 16. The rest of the table either busts or somehow gets lower then me. The dealer watches me as she lays down her first card. It's a three. She curses and flips the next card quickly, groaning as it's a five. She flips another card and it's a six.

"Well, Mr. Tattoo," she tries to say seductively,"If I get anything below seven, I guess I'll win."

I roll my eyes, brushing my curls out of my face.

"Just fucking flip it," I reply, drinking down a beer that was handed to me.

She flips it and it's a nine. She curses and I laugh, taking the money from her.

I win the next few, feeling my pocket start to sag with the amount of cash and change that I have collected from these losers. I knew playing with the lads from the pub would do me justice eventually.

"Oi, curly," one of the men call out to me. I turn to look at him. He's a clean cut looking lad; blue eyes, dark brown hair pushed back, nice looking shirt and pants. "How about we make a bet, yeah?"

"I'm listening..." I reply, my eyes cast down as I count out some money for the next hand.

"I work as a server up in first class. How's about if I win this next hand, you take my shift for the rest of the voyage. If you win, I'll give you the rest of the money in my pocket," he says, pulling out his wallet and opening it to allow me to see the thousands of dollars inside.

"Sounds like a deal," I laugh, shaking his outstretched hand. The liquor has me talking without thinking about my actions, my brain fuzzy, but fuck it. I've won the last five hands and I'm pretty damn sure I won't lose this one.

The dealer deals out the cards. I grin as I see I have a natural 19. No way in bloody hell was that prick gonna win.

I look over when he lets out a whoop. Fuck. In his hands is a natural blackjack. "Fuckkk," I groan, throwing my cards on the table.

He grins and shakes my hand again, "A deals a deal, right?" He grins, his eyes sparkling. I nod, biting the inside of my lip. He writes down the information I'll need to do my new job and then he departs.

I glance at the paper and notice I have to report to the kitchens at 7:00pm. It's already 6:30, says a quick glance at my watch. I practically sprint back to my room, sliding on my best tuxedo and arriving just in time.

I'm breathing heavily when the short angry French man chews me out for not doing my right. I run my hands under the water in the sink as he shouts my duties and run my fingers through my unruly curls, sweeping them back into a quiff.

I grab my notepad and pen and open the door to the dimly lit dining room slowly filling with patrons.

I take orders from ten tables, refreshing their drinks, bringing them salads and appetizers as they wait on their entrée's.

I'm taking orders at a particularly large table when the next person I ask for what seems like the millionth time, "What do you want to order, sir?" looks back at me with electric blue eyes. I can feel the familiarity in them and stumble over my words.

Fuck.

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