Maggie cursed herself for a fool. That was probably her best shot at getting laid on this cruise and she'd just blown it. Why oh why did she have to go and blurt her full name like that?<br/><br/>But of course, she knew why. She fancied the girl. And any relationship with anyone needed to be able to cope with Magenta's one big hang-up. The girl she'd been living with, when Maggie had told her that her name wasn't short for Margaret, had nodded and said, "You know, that would be a really pretty name... but I bet you get some stick over it!" Maggie had nodded and fallen in love. And now her girlfriend was leaving her because she was leaving on a cruise ship.<br/><br/>"FUCK!" She exclaimed, bashing her fist on the bar, then looking up guiltily, hoping she hadn't attracted too much attention. The bar manager was glowering at her. She gave him a 'mind your own business' look and put her work-smile back on, turning to a customer who had just approached. "Hello sir, how may I help?"