Nothing too bad...yet.

Charlotte found herself in a shockingly nice room. It was much larger than the one she shared with Melody. On top of the extra space, it's furnishings were much nicer. There was a king sized bed instead of the two twins, a large flatscreen television, comfortable furniture, what appeared to be a larger bathroom, and enough personal belongings to make it clear that the **** dealer spent a good deal of time on the cruise ship. She drunkenly gushed, "Wow, this is pretty impressive! How did you score a place like this?"

The **** dealer smirked. "Oh you know, I stick around a lot and provide goods that people want in order to pay for some of the upgrades. It's a pretty sweet gig. Name's Paul, by the way. What can I call you, other than busty?"

Charlotte laughed at the forward joke, plenty drunk enough to find it funny. "I'm Charlotte! Say, I thought you said you were having a party in here?" She pouted as she observed that they were alone in the room.

"Well, I will be, but nobody's shown up yet. Doesn't mean we can't get started without them though!" With a flourish he pulled two joints from his shirt and offered one to Charlotte that she eagerly accepted. He lit it up, allowing the drunk PhD student to gratefully puff away as he kicked on a vent to let the smoke out of the room and some music to give them more privacy. He reached into his mini fridge to grab a bottle of vodka before returning to Charlotte's side, guiding her down onto a comfy loveseat. He quickly opened the vodka bottle and took a swig before offering it to Charlotte who responded by taking an even bigger drink. She handed it back to him with a challenging look.