“Larry. You don’t have to shout.”
“Well, isn’t it?”
“If you don’t calm down I’ll have to leave.”
“You can sit still. You can park here all night. I’m leaving.”
“Oh … that.” Larry got up from the table. He looked suddenly green and Sheila thought it was because he had too much to drink. “You don’t have to worry about that, Sheila. Not now you don’t. I all of a sudden don’t feel so good. Headache. Man, I never felt anything like it. Better go to my cabin and lie down. Maybe I’ll wake up and find out all this was a dream, huh?”
“Do you need any help?” Sheila demanded, real concern in her voice.
“No. ’Sall right. Man, this headache really snuck up on me. Pow! Without any warning.”
“Let me help you.”
“No. Just leave me alone, will you?” Larry staggered off across the crowded dance floor. He drew angry glances and muttered comments as he disturbed the dancers waltzing to Carlotti’s Danube in Space.