This ship may sink!

Frank lead Gerard through the door he had exited through into the noise Gerard had heard escape the door when Frank opend it. Deep down inside, Gerard knew he shouldn't be on their, but what difference did it make? He was only going to end it anyway. "Do ya drink, posh boy?!" Frank half asked him, half shouted at him over the noise. "If you don't mind!" Gerard answered in the same kind of loud tone, hoping Frank could hear him. He really needed a drink after his little moment on the deck, his heart was still pounding against his bony ribcage. Frank walked over to a small table and picked up two pints of a black liquid with a white froth on the top. Gerard was almost sure he had seen some of the manlier men in his class drink something similar to this drink, but just to be sure... "If you don't mind me asking Frank, what exactly is this?!" He asked him, examining the liquid in the glass. "It's ale! A mans drink, do ya think ya can handle it?!" Frank said, taking a gulp of his own ale. "Oh I think so!" Gerard replied confidently. He brought the rim of the glass to his pale lips and tired his head and the glass back, pouring the ale down his dry throat. He downed the whole thing! Frank stood there in awe, staring at Gerard who was wiping away his frothy moustache of the ale. "Wow! How did ya do that?!" Frank asked in amazement, not believing what he had just saw. "I've always been a strong drinker!" Gerard replied, turning his gaze to the floor, feeling a hot blush flood th his once pale cheeks in embarassement. They stood talking for a few more minuets, when finally the song changed. It was a bit faster and more upbeat than the one playing before it. "Come on poshy! We're gonna dance!" Frank said, taking hold of one of Gerard's pale hands and pulling him t the dance floor. "Wait! Frank! I don't dance!" Gerard exclaimed, trying to pull free from Frank's strong grip with little luck."What?! Why?!" Frank asked in confusion, letting go of Gerard when realising he was trying to get out of his hold. "I...I...I don't know how! I can't dance Frankie!" Gerard replied examining the floor, blushing when realising he had yet again slipped from his formal self and given Frank a nickname. "Come on Gee! I'll show ya!" Frank replied reassuringly, patting Gerard on the shoulder. Gerard (if it was even possible by now) blushed harder about the nickname Frank had given him in return. He slowly took ahold of Frank's strong tattooed hands and walked to the now very busy dance floor. They were just about to start to dance, when the door opened, and Gerard was almost frozen in fear..........

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