Seducing Sylvia was going to be difficult, but Ralph was determined to get laid tonight.
A C-note for the maître d’ ensured that he got a table with an unobstructed view of the bay. Moonlight glinted from the waves as sailboats sought harbor. Beautiful.
A bottle of Dom Perignon lay chilling, and the pianist was doing his level best to out-Sinatra Sinatra. Ralph smiled wolfishly as his date was shown to the table.
Just then, the moon turned a brilliant blue-white. On the other side of the world, the Sun had gone nova.
“No nookie for Ralphie,” thought Ralph darkly.