IANOTHER BALMY NEW YEAR's eve on board a dinner cruise. A full capacity crowd. Dining and dancing and drinking.
Perfect for haunting and scaring and mayhem.
My type of evening these days. Ever since I died.
I almost wish they didn't make so much money off me, but then, I'd never find the people who pushed me overboard unless I could advertise. And ghosts can't exactly run an ad, I mean someone has to pay for it.
That was my exact point.
Someone needed to pay for it.
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ANOTHER COUPLE COMING along the upper deck, where there weren't so many diners and waiters and crew to interrupt their privacy. They were young, and privileged, and care-free. Probably because someone else was picking up the tab.
Arm in arm, they walked, each holding a thin champagne flute glass half-filled with
