Against Better Sense

Charlotte was genuinely considering it. Sure, this guy was a random stranger in an unfamiliar place offering her ****, but that would hardly be the shadiest offer she had accepted during her long partying career. Plus, she hadn't smoked in nearly three days now, and for a wake-and-bake gal like her that was a pretty long time. The fact that this generous stranger was easy on the eyes didn't exactly hurt, either.

There was something a little off-putting about the man, but Charlotte chalked it up to the minor nerves that even someone like her got as she considered the risks of going to a complete stranger for marijuana. Perhaps if she had been less hammered she would have thought him a bit creepy and decided against joining him. That said, she was pretty drunk and the idea of getting high in a mysterious stranger's cabin sounded pretty appealing to her.

"Okay, cool guy. Let's party!" She offered him a drunken grin and stumbled towards his door. The stranger caught her with an arm around her waist and what she took for a charming grin.

The **** dealer gave Charlotte an appraising up and down look, admiring the way the hot redhead looked in her tight green dress and looking forward to getting her out of it. He always enjoyed the fresh cruise-goers, especially the unmarried drunk ones. "Right this way, my dear. Lets light up a party!" He pulled Charlotte into his room, discretely placing a 'do not disturb' sign on the door before closing and locking it behind them.