Mariah tries to wrangle Sam.

It was just then that Mariah burst out of a nearby staircase, just before Sam could run by.

"Sam!" she hissed, trying to keep her voice low enough that the deck staff wouldn't notice. Of course, if her goal was to prevent anyone from noticing the very naked and very bouncy Samantha streaking across the deck of the ship, she was far too late. "What are you doing!" It was more of an admonishment than it was a question. Mariah was soaked with sweat and wild-eyed, trying to block Samantha's path while also trying to keep her gaze off of her friend's... 'sensitive sights.'

"Don't try to stop me, Mariah!" Samantha screamed, far louder than Mariah had hoped she would. A couple of the male workers had stopped what they were doing to watch the large-breasted naked woman bouncing around on the deck of the ship. "I'm finally free!" She tried to push past Mariah, only to be held back, forcefully this time.

"No, no, no," Mariah said. "You're drunk, this isn't you, you don't do things like this! You're a good, nice girl. This is Charlotte rubbing off on you!" They had only been on this ship for a few hours, and she was already stuck on 'mom friend duty.' Mariah was so tired of dealing with this sort of crap. Sometimes, she just wished that it could be her who could let loose and leave all the others flapping in the wind. But, knowing her friends, that was never going to happen. And this disaster that she was holding in her arms was exactly why.

"Don't be a buzzkill, Mariah!" Samantha groaned. She had her arms wrapped around her friend in a strange sort of hug. The drunk confidence was still bubbling up in her brain, and the fact that so many of the male workers (and even a few of the women) were watching her didn't hurt, either. Plus, seeing Mariah had somehow... re-energized her, and she had no idea why.

Samantha leaned in close, so that Mariah could feel her hot breath on her ear. "You can have a lot of fun, too," she said. "Why don't you join me?"