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Chapter 12

Where does Charlotte want to go?

Back to the cabin.

Charlotte was feeling pretty tired by this point. Even for a seasoned veteran like her, the amount of drinking she had done was starting to tire her out, and her buzz would soon be wearing off. After that, she would probably end up passing out in the hallway out of sheer fatigue if she didn't get to a bed, and quick. Charlotte knew better than to risk making a mistake like that, especially in uncharted territory like the ship.

"I think I'm done for the night," she murmured contentedly. "Can you show me back to my cabin?"

Remi sighed, patting down her skirts. "Alright," she said. Clearly she hadn't planned on spending the evening ferrying drunks back to their rooms, but it wasn't as if she had had particularly glamorous plans beforehand, anyway. At least she would be doing the guests a good service by bringing this drunk newbie to her room before someone else tried to take advantage of her. These newcomers rarely understood how perilous the ship could be, before they had a bad encounter or two under their belt.

"Alright," she said. "Can you walk, or do you want to lean on my shoulder?"

Charlotte figured that she could probably walk, but this woman seemed so nice. Having a maid take care of her sounded like exactly what she needed at the moment. "I want to lean on your shoulder," she said. She crossed the hall to Remi and very nearly leaped in the woman's arms.

Charlotte leaning on Remi was a bit of a challenge, since she was so much smaller than the tired maid, but the two of them made it work. Remi asked Charlotte for her room number, and for which wing of the ship she was staying in, and then the two were on their way. It took them a long time, but they were able to get where they were going, though not without a few stops in order to allow Charlotte to catch her breath and regain some of her bearings.

Eventually, they found their way to the cabin. With a bit of a heave, Remi pushed Charlotte off of her shoulder so that the drunk was resting against the wall by her doorway. "Well," the maid said awkwardly. "Here we are." She didn't really know what to add to that.

What's next?

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