Lunar Eclipse: Genre Undetermined

[penthius]

The cruise ship sailed into the night, beneath the lunar eclipse, and all the people danced on the deck. They danced and they laughed and they drank and they gossiped. They admired their shining bits, they admired the famous ones that they recognized, they admired the way the reddish moonlight made the waves glow. They ate and they laughed and they danced. They chatted. They strayed off to sit in little groups and have long conversations or recite poetry to each other. They ate and danced and stared at the moon. They wondered why the phase wasn't changing. The dancing became more disjointed, with one partner or another frequently glancing up to check on the position of the moon. They ate, but it was nervous nibbling as the buffet slowly became destroyed. They--

Inspiration: Current cloudscudding LJ theme, plus the lunar eclipse tonight (which I am too lazy/cold/injured to go outside and look at, which makes me a loser).
Story Potential: Not sure. I am confused. Medium?
Notes: Thing is, I don't think this would really go anywhere, but I like this. This bit, right here. I like it. Not to expand, just as it is.