Hanging out with Paul and Safiya.

Now that she had Safiya here as a sort of buffer against Paul, Charlotte felt a little more comfortable with the idea of hanging out in his cabin. She hadn't smoked in far too long, and the fact that the guy was sort of cute made it a little easier to entertain the idea. Charlotte looked from the ship's maid to the **** dealer's door and back again, pursing her lips. "Sure, why not?" she said. She swayed in place, still feeling a little shaky from the far-too-many drinks she had had both at the Sea Resort and before the bachelorette party had arrived there.

Safiya nodded her head. "Alright, yeah," she said. She was smiling now. "Yeah, this'll be a good time!" She grinned at Paul. "You hear that? Your creepy shit didn't scare her off after all. You might be learning something, Paulie."

The **** dealer scowled. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," he muttered. Charlotte couldn't make out exactly what he was saying under his breath, but she guessed it was probably a lot of complaints about the maid that had intruded on his 'conversation' with Charlotte. "Why don't you two come inside and get settled?" Paul held the door open from the inside, waiting expectantly for his two new guests.

"After you, gorgeous," Safiya said with a wave of her hand and a waggling of her eyebrows. "Ladies first."

"You're a lady too," Charlotte blathered, still slurring her words a little bit. She actually felt like she was sobering up, though. How long had it been since she had left the bar, and the other members of the bachelorette party? What were they up to now, anyway? But soon, all thoughts of her friends were swept out of her mind when she entered Paul's luxurious cabin.

"Wow," she said, looking all around.

Unlike her small two-person cabin, Paul's looked like it could have fit five. There was a king-sized bed in the middle of the room, a large, flat-screen television mounted on the wall, and a set of chairs and a sofa arranged in an L-shape in the corner of the room. Apparently this was the sort of extravagance one could afford when their whole job was selling illicit wares to layabout cruise ship passengers.

"You like it?" Paul asked with a smile. "Yeah, it's pretty nice. I kinda customized it after so long on the ship, so it's basically one-of-a-kind. Why don't you have a seat?" He gestured toward the sofa set as he went over to a tall chest of drawers not far from the bed.

"Yo Paulie," Safiya said. "I'm gonna go get changed in your bathroom, okay? I don't feel like getting baked dressed like a prostitute." She didn't wait for his permission and closed the door to the bathroom behind her with a definitive thud.

"Yeah, you do you," Paul muttered. "So what're you here for?" he asked Charlotte.

"Bachelorette party," she said, throwing herself down on the sofa.

"Really?" Paul said. "Where's everybody else? Party full of babes like you sounds like my kind of party."

Charlotte shrugged. "We split up after drinking at the bar," she said. "They're big girls, they can take care of themselves."

"Yeah," Paul said. He returned from the chest of drawers with a bong and a bag of weed in either hand. "How about we get this party started?" he suggested.