CJ's gaze searched the large dining room, his eyes alighting on several faces that were not hers. No worries, he had time. It wasn't like she was going anywhere unless she jumped and he figured she had too strong a sense of self-preservation to do anything like that.
He walked the outskirts of the room, too restless to take a seat. The old dude was prattling on about some bullshit that made absolutely no sense to CJ at all. Something fantastical and whimsical no doubt. The names for shit on this boat were confusing and impossible to remember. "Fucking ridiculous," he muttered under his breath, lifting the glass of Jack and Coke to his lips and taking a healthy sip.
The enthusiastic clapping of the crowd said they all bought into the Captain's story. That, or they were just big fucking suck ups. CJ's piercing green eyes came to rest on a pretty brunette leaning back against the wall and a sly smile touched the corners of his mouth.
"You get a kick out of that kind of crap?" he asked, leaning in close to her ear. His shoulder pressed casually against the wall next to her, his dink held loosely in his slender musician's fingers.