Charlotte makes some unsavory friends.

Charlotte had always been able to party the hardest and the longest out of her group of friends. Since she had started her PhD, that need to party had gotten even stronger than ever-- hence her decision to trick her friends into drinking absinthe with her. Her friends, however, hadn't been able to keep up with her. Not long after they had arrived at the Sea Resort, they had ended up in one of the bar's booths, with most of them so fucked out of their minds that they couldn't even hold up their ends of an actual conversation.

So Charlotte had gotten bored, and, assuming that the bartenders would keep an eye on her friends, decided to go on walkabout. The SS Awesome Excelsior was a huge ship, and unlike Mariah or Emma, she wasn't the type to learn about it by looking at an actual map. She had the whole ship to discover, and she intended to explore it to the best of her abilities.

Unfortunately for Charlotte, she had been drinking even harder than the rest of the bachelorette party, not anticipating how drunk it would actually get her. With some help from the railings on the walls in the hallway, though, she was still capable of walking, even though it was pretty slow going, and she looked more like a drunken giraffe than a grown woman pursuing her studies in the field of Political Science.

"Sweeeeeet Caroliiiiiine, BAH BAH BAAAAAH!" Charlotte sang to herself as she wandered the halls of the ship. "Good times never seemed so goooood! So good!" She was screaming the Neil Diamond lyrics at the top of her lungs. If any of the seniors in the rooms around her had the guts to confront her, Charlotte might have been a bit quieter, but they hid in their rooms, afraid of what the wandering drunk might do if someone stood in the way of her little 'adventure'.

Most of the people who stayed on the Excelsior long term were retirees, but there was also another group of permanent residents: the ones that provided certain illicit services to the guests. Young people looking to party often wanted to party with something other than booze, after all. One of these people was in one of the hallways that Charlotte found herself stumbling down, and when he heard her singing, he decided that it could be a golden opportunity for him.

The man entered the hallway, a little bit behind Charlotte. "Hey," he said. "You doing alright?"

Charlotte stood up straight immediately, spinning on her heel to face him. "I'm fine, thanks," she said, her voice only a little bit slurred.

The man looked her up and down, clearly appreciating the view. "Me and some friends are having a party, if you'd like to join," he said. "You look like you know how to have some fun."

Charlotte cocked one eyebrow, swaying a little where she was standing. "Do I know?" she said. "That's not such a bad idea. Maybe I will join you."

"Cool," the guy said. "We've got some weed, if you want to smoke." 'Some weed' was more than an understatement, seeing as the dealer had just gotten a new shipment from his distributor when the ship had made port.