He walked into the bustling nightclub. It was early evening and he felt confident about tonight. After spending 1 month since their last port stop it was nice to stretch your legs and let your hair down so to speak. His eyes where set on its prize, a beautiful blonde woman sat on her own at the bar. Not for very much longer he thought to himself.
He prepared himself and strutted over to her. "And why is such a beautiful woman sat all by herself on such a night like this!"
"And why does such a handsome sailor not have a woman, hooked on each arm!" This made him smile. He knew he had reeled in his prize for the night.
"What you drinking?" He asked her wanting to get this conversation to another level.
"A beer would be nice", she said winking at him.
He turned to the bar tender and asked for two beers. He handed the money over unsure on whether it was enough. The one thing that he didn't like about being in the US Navy was the different currencies he had to use. He didn't want to show himself in front of his new lady friend.
"So what's your name then sailor?" She asked snapping him out of his trance about currency.
"Templeton, Roger Templeton!" Ripping off the James Bond movies making her giggle. "And yours?"
"Brittany" What a name he thought to himself.
This conversation carried on for several hours until the club stopped serving drinks and the hefty door staff started kicking them out. They got out into the chilling air. It was August but knowing where he was, it was always cold and raining but thankfully tonight it wasn't. He gave her his coat and she offered him back to her hotel room she had booked for this special occasion.
He walked down the street, busy with the young people throwing up and falling over their very large heels... And that was just the boys. They weaved in and out of the crowds until they turned onto the street of her hotel. It was quiet and not a soul in sight. Very different from the street they just turned from. They went into the hotel and he opening her room she went first and dragged him into her hotel room.
His mind was racing. His adrenaline pumping. But that was the last thing he remembered apart from the searing pain in the back of his neck. Just like a needle.
