A/N: Thanks to Phish Tacko for beta'ing this! Go read her stuff!
Ch. 52
It was a Friday night, and Anthony was feeling decent for a change. He'd finished his work up a few hours prior, and now, he and Kelso were sitting on the deck, playing a game of poker. They had a lantern to help them see.
"Well, that's another win for me," Kelso said, laying out his cards. "You're lucky we're not playing for money."
"I'd win it all back. I'm just having a bad run."
"Bad run meaning you've lost all eight games that we've played? Face it, you're not good at poker."
"Well, maybe not..."
Anthony sat back, stretching a bit and yawning.
"Sorry about that, I'm a bit tired."
"No worries. And wow, I just noticed something."
"What's that?"
"You have awesome hair! And awesome skin, too."
"Uh... thanks?" Anthony said, raising an eyebrow.
"Not that I mean anything weird by that. Just that you don't seem to have a bad hair day."
Anthony nodded and ran his fingers through his hair. "That's the one good side to it, I guess. My skin and hair have never been better. I don't even need to condition it every day."
"Nice."
"Yeah, but the constant puking and cramps bite."
"I'm sure."
"Speaking of…" Anthony said under his breath. He was starting to feel sick.
Kelso quickly stood up, grabbed Anthony by the arm and pulled him towards the side of the ship. A second later, Anthony was sick. As he vomited, another couple of crew members walked by and began to laugh.
"Aww, is your little wifey sick?" One asked, causing the others to laugh more.
"Shut up. He's not my wife, and you should have some decency. If you were sick, you'd not want to be made fun of."
"Ugh," Anthony sighed. "Just... Let it be," He mumbled before getting sick again.
Kelso rolled his eyes but said nothing, watching as the two other men walked away.
"How far along are you, anyway?" Kelso asked, once Anthony had stopped throwing up.
"Only three months."
"Oh, man. So you've got another six months ahead?"
Anthony nodded. "Yes. But hopefully I'll be home soon, and my wife can take care of me."
"At least we'll have a break on land soon. I heard we're docking in Hong Kong on Thursday of next week."
"And thank goodness for that!" Anthony replied happily.
"You're that happy about it?"
"Hell yes. I've been craving Chinese food for weeks."
"You're funny."
"I'm serious. I need some Chinese food. Lots of it. Tons of it. We'll have to try out the restaurants there."
"Sure, whatever. I'm game."
"Good. And now… Fuck, I'm going to be sick again..." With that, Anthony leaned over and began to throw up once more.
