Randy jumped aboard a passing train and traded for a guitar with no strap. His hands were full.
Lights out in the straw-cavern, he supposed and passed out. Guitar by his side.
In the windy night, the wind plucked a few strings and woke him. He was awake instantly, but his left arm snoozed another twenty minutes.
The party was just getting started with confetti already strewn and drinks a-pouring. There was an even gender-balance, except for one odd girl out.
By midnight everyone was drunk.
Later that night, one guy got extra lucky. His girlfriend had a tattoo of scales on the inside of her leg.
At four-thirty in the morning the Dolphin Club was already out on the morning swim, the seagull noted.
He swooped down for a wee snack, and snatched it easily. This was turning out to be a good morning.
Later, he and a couple of buddies bombed a boat-tour.