jack sat at his desk trying to drown out the noise coming from the horribly drunk thing laying on his bed.
"OHHHH! I'VE GOT A LOVERLY BUNCH OF COCONUTS DEEDILY DEE, THERE THEY ARE A STANDING IN A ROW...BUM, BUM BIG ONES SMALL ONES SOME AS BIG AS YOUR HEAD! C'MON JACK SING WITH ME!" Vicky sang
"vicky! shut up!"
"SHUT UP? YOU SHUT....UP OR YOU COULD SHUT DOWN BUT THEN YOU'D PASS OUT! HAHAHAHAHAHA" she cackled.
"You really can't hold your rum mate."
"NO! OBVIOUSLY THIS MATE CAN NOT HOLD HER RUM!!! HA! now where's that bloody card game gone i was winning i tell ya!" Vicky stood up unstabally. Jack went over to her and sat her back down.
"Vicky...calm down love, is this the first time you've been drunk?"
"I'm not drunk i'm stressed. Now let me go to the game."
"maybe you better just stay. here."
"But the bastards stole my rum."
"Yes i know."
"NO YOU DON'T SEE...oh my Jack you are very handsome." Vicky kissed him, he pulled away. Will walked in.
"Woah i'm not interrupting anything am i?"
"No she's a tad...under the infulence at the moment." Vicky was hugging him and singing.
"Will isn't he just to die f- OH GOD IT'S VENICE! HAHAHA! VENICE!" she went running out towards the railing before anyone could stop her. Jack ran after her.
"You know I'm Italian eh?"
"Ya i know Vicky." Will smiled.
"Now we have to go." He gestured towards the door.
"Go? Go where?"
"In the city..." will reminded.
"Venice? Oh! i'm Italian...hey wait? go, go where? I don't want to go!"
"Yes. Yes you do." Jack flung Vicky over his shoulder.
"Woah it looks a tad...upside downy from here." she giggled Will and elizabeth rolled their eyes. Once in the city Jack went into a local pub with Vicky while Will, Elizabeth and some of the crew waited outside. Jack put her down and took her up to the bar tender.
"Vicky ask the man where the counte contrearous is."
"Ya, ya sure." Vicky leaned in towards the bar tender. "Posso avere certa birra?" The bar tender nodded and went somewhere.
"Where's he going" Jack asked Vicky.
"He's going one second." Vicky put a finger up to Jacks face she pulled it back and put it forward a few times before Jack grabbed it.
"stop it."
"geez, mr. grouchy." The bar tender returned with a glass of beer,
"Gracia!" Vicky took it and tried taking a sip but Jack took it away from her.
"ASK HIM!" he shouted.
"FINE! dove è il conteggio contrearous?" Vicky asked the bar tender who said something in Italian.
"264 via operata" she answered. Jack said thank you and took the rum with him. They all swaggered down to a beautiful part of town. They were almost at the front gate of 264 when someone called out.
"Vicky? Victoria Cortez?" Vicky turned around carefully.
"Ya, what?"
"It's me..." there was a very handsome Italian boy standing there, very cleaned up. Vicky blinked slowly.
"PALO?! OMG!!!! YOU'RE NOT DEAD!! YOU MUST BE A GHOST OR SOMETHING!" Vicky laughed. she put an arm around him and pulled him closer to Jack.
"This is the Palo, THE unrealiable sack of crap." She introduced. "he's a ghost." she whispered with a wink.
"did you give her rum?" he asked in a preppy italian accent. He looked at her disguisted.
"Yes, just a tad." Jack smiled.
"Bad idea..."
"Look, Palo." Elizabeth said.
"maybe you should just go."
"Good idea, and if she asked i was never here." Palo ran off.
"HEY! PALO WHERE ARE YOU GOING NOW? UNREALIABLE LOSER! vaffunculo testa del dicko!!!" she yelled after him.