<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/69/Rosa_Vela.jpg)</div>Rosa had pulled herself a beer from the bridge and was taking swigs from the bottle as she leaned over the railing and watched the passengers as they arrived on the dock and streamed into the ship. She took in the faces as they boarded the ship. For the next couple of weeks, these people would become her customers. She’d listen to their drunken tales, elegantly brush off their flirting and serve them all manner of drinks. This cruise company specialized in a younger crowd than your average cruise liner, which meant that most of the people who were coming on board seemed to be in their 20s. That changed the atmosphere quite a bit, but for the better, or at least that’s how Rosa interpreted it.<br/><br/>Since she was currently off duty, she was not wearing her barkeep uniform - white blouse, navy-blue scarf and pencil skirt -but instead was on deck in a pair of bleached hot-pants, a pink tube-top and a pair of flipflops. She greeted the crew members she knew as they passed her and nodded her hello at the few passengers who had already made it to her section of the deck.<br/>