I started getting close with the American and Canadian. We had much more in common than our Filipino coworkers and my Zimbabwean roommate. Just about every night we went to the CB and often we went to Bambu.
One night, the three of us got off work and went to the CB. It was a Bambu night, and we were trying to get our drink on so we wouldn't have to spend money at Bambu since it was more expensive than the CB. A couple other people were drinking with us, the two art girls and a random guy. Time was ticking so we took the elevator down to the gangway, stopping in the Canadian and American's room to use the bathroom before the long walk to Bambu.
We were drunk and acting ridiculous. I lived at the end of the hall and the Canadian and American lived in the middle. I went to their room, along with the guy, to use the bathroom. We were talking and laughing, having a great time and were only in the room long enough to use the bathroom. As we opened the door to leave, one of our Filipino coworkers opens her door. She tells us to be quiet. I immediately get myself together, but the guy yells, "F*** you!". The Filipino woman comes out in the hallway as the American, Canadian and I book it towards the gangway, yanking the guy with us as we mumble, "Sorry!". It's not sufficient for her though, and she follows us to the gangway. As we walk off the ship, I look back in time to see her talking to security and pointing at us.
We go merrily on our way, we're off the ship so the whole incident is out of our minds. We dance the night away at Bambu, and drag our drunk selves to bed around 3am.
The next day, word is spreading quickly about our antics of the night before. My Canadian friend and I are called into the YD's office along with the Filipino from last night and her Filipino roommate. Enter Filipino Mafia Mode. I had heard that the Filipinos stick together and everyone calls them the Filipino Mafia, but I had not yet felt the wrath of the mafia. Paisanos stick together, paisanos means you are from the same country. The two of them and our Filipino YD lay into us. I was still fairly new and totally taken aback, I just stood their and took it. My Canadian friend tried to argue our side, but they would barely let her talk. The whole thing was about how we were being loud at 1am when people are trying to sleep and we disrespected them when our friend, the guy we barely knew, yelled f*** you. As much as we try to dispute that we did not mean any disrespect and we were not even the ones who said anything, our boss took the side of her Filipino Mafia.
The next day, I was not happy to be working with the Filipino roommate that we had just had the dispute with and she knew it when I barely made eye contact with her. We were the only two in the playroom, and after minutes of silence, she breaks the ice by saying, "You have to be careful who you associate with." Implying that I should not be friends with the Canadian and American. I was totally offended, as my two North American paisanos had been the only people who actually wanted to be friends with me. It seemed the Filipinos and I would not be getting along very well.
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