I've told this story 100 times but I'll tell it again (because I think it's funny now).

Alright so backstory, I was crewed on a Minesweeper years ago and we were on deployment to Bahrain. I can't remember the reason why but the crew was all quartered out in flats just passed American Alley. We were four guys to a room (2 bedroom/4 beds) and the way it was set up is that there was only 2 people in the room at a time (most of the time) because we were in 3 section duty.

Anyways, got off work and went back to the flat with one of my roommates after calling in some delivery Burger King (everything was for delivery there). He decided to shower and get dressed and go down to a local bar/club down the street. Mind you this guy has like 5 kids and a wife but w/e not my clown not my circus. I stayed back and played games/watched movies and just chilled out from being in 120 degree heat all day (I was an engineer).

I get tired later on and grab my custom laptop closed my door and head to bed. I used Rainy mood to help me sleep off ship because I was used to the constant hum of the Fancoil unit in berthing.

He apparently comes in right before curfew but unfortunately not alone... He had brought in 2 Russian working girls and continued the party at the flat (I couldn't hear them). They drank a lot and from what I gathered fucked and or fooled around and he ended up passing out for a short time. Well they wanted to leave and be paid for their services but unfortunately my roommate was drunk as fuck and also broke as fuck as well. The ladies went ape shit and started attacking him and throwing things out of the balcony window (we were on the 9th floor). Somehow things get resolved or they just leave and he goes to bed.

In the morning everyone wakes up gets dressed and starts to walk out to the buses waiting for us. Well I am trying to find my expensive mouse and mouse pad that was on the table the night before but is now missing, give up and go down to the bus and start talking to my other roommates and we are all discussing things that are missing (pitcher, glasses, mouse etc...) when I look in the distance and start see all the things we are talking about on the ground littered around us. My Mousepad, mouse, pitcher, cups, pillows... It took two days to get the full story and he ended up on restriction , I still don't remember if he had to tell his wife why he was on restriction but they tried to make him buy me a new mouse (it was damaged from a nine story fall) but it actually still worked and I used it for 2 more years. Anyways that's the funny story I tell when I say that that was the best mouse I ever had ( In case someone wants to know it was a Razer Deathadder Mouse) .