Mick and Keith had delayed their daily visit to the shipyard muster in looking for work that morning. Once again, they had indulged heavily in their cups and had spent the night with prostitutes before returning home in the wee hours. They had sprawled out in the living room and had only resuscitated as the distant sounds of ships being loaded at the harbor interrupted the quiet of the morning.
“Say, you forgot to wear your pajamas last night,” Mick called over, having flipped open a steamer trunk in the corner and tossed the sleepwear playfully over at his friend sprawled in the corner armchair.
“Put that stuff back, you ass, you never know who"ll be peeking through the window these days,” Keith growled, throwing the pajamas back at him. “And we"d best quit spending all the coin on w***
