“Huh?” He was shaken out of his thoughts by the voice of Alice. “Ah, nothing, love. Just tired is all.” He looked to her and offered her a forced smile. He turned forward again and finished his meal, and Sarah ran right up to take his plate. She left a large bottle of rum in its place, making Victor smirk. “Thank you!” he called out as he popped the lid and began to gulp the brown liquid down. He sighed in relief as the warmth traveled down to his stomach. 

He pondered on how to handle the situation before him and came to the conclusion that the best course of action would be to make sure that Alice would not become attracted to him. He could find himself finding more and more things about her that he enjoyed, and he would have to put a stop to that immediately.  They were in the perfect place for him to prove how crass and unrefined he truly was – a brothel. And with his last thought, he stood up abruptly and snatched the bottle of rum for the table. “Well, Miss Rohan, I hope you found the meal to be to your liking. I, um, will be retiring shortly. As you’ve probably noticed, I need a good bath. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said as he bowed to her again, each time with slightly less sarcasm behind it. 

He left the table and located the Sarah and Carla near the wooden bar where many of the crew members were drinking merrily. “There he is, Carla,” Sarah said softly as he approached the girls. “Are you ready to take us up on our offer, Victor?”
Vic smirked at the question. “Aye, I am.” Alice couldn’t possibly attracted to a man who partook in such scandalous activities, and he was hoping that she would soon realize that he was just another filthy criminal who did not deserve so much as to be in the same room as her.
The girls giggled, each one taking one of his hands, and pulled him towards one of the washrooms, and as soon as all three of them entered, the door swung shut with a large thud.