Kevin was not terribly thrilled to be here. He'd finished for the evening in the kitchen, and would've liked nothing better to retire to his quarters with a little sherry and some jazz. But the captain had been very insistent that he make at least an effort to mingle with the passengers, since this cruise was such a special occasion. Hence the painful "kitchen tours" that he had been requested to set up. There had been a couple of takers, but he was certain that the numbers would grow as the end of the cruise grew closer and people "didn't want to miss their chance."
It didn't help that this music was NOT his taste. His kids might have found it quite exciting, but he had no interest in rock music, himself. Still, he had obligations to the ship, so he went. He kept to the back of the room however, looking for people at least close to his own age to commisserate with. He'd been by that Kazarian fellow, but he seemed to have quite a high opinion of himself and Kevin quickly grew bored. He'd wandered around a bit and glad-handed some of the holidaygoers before ending up at the back of the room again, next to a tall blonde man who seemed to have very little interest in dancing. He did seem interested in the pretty little redhead spinning like a dervish on the floor. "Nice one," he said with a smile. Amidst the gyrations of the revelers, her light skin and flaming hair definitely stood out. "Trying to work up the courage, then?"