Maggie shot upright at Liz's words. "Oh crap!" She looked around hurriedly, but her boss was serving a group of noisy young men at the poolside bar. "Yeah. Privacy and nudity and wet stickiness..." She blushed. "Oh damn. I need to shut up now before I start telling you where I want to put my tongue!" She stood, straightened her tunic and delicately trailed her fingers through the thick brown hair on Liz's head before skipping lightly off towards the bar.<br/><br/>The following fifteen minutes dragged like hours. The dumbass in the hat managed to puke his guts up and Magenta called for a cleaner and a cabin steward to escort him to the ship's sick bay. The crowd thinned out some as the initial excitement of being at sea wore off and people headed back to their cabins to unpack or went to explore the other entertainments on the ship.<br/><br/>Finally, her shift was up, her relief arrived and Magenta clocked off, excused herself and with a wave at Liz, headed for the door that led into the private crews quarters area.