Oblivion ::: An Original RP

Who: Chad and Keane
Where: Somewhere on C Deck
When: 9pm abouts

Res and Keane could be resourceful little bastards, given enough time and no other options available to them. For instance, they'd made friends with one of the girls in housekeeping who had graciously looked the other way while they nicked a few replacement bottles of booze for the minibars. That had improved the night significantly. But it still left the small matter of food. Keane, being utterly true to form, had refused to let Res drink with painkillers and no food in her system.

Which meant, if Keane didn't watch a crutch shoved up his ass -- and he didn't -- it was back to being errand bitch. So off to Circean Delight he went, ever the faithful companion, sidekick, and oh yes-- lapdog.

Who: Ella and Chad
When: Evening, after dinner
Where: The Cult of Dionysus
Warning: NSFW



A little bit of Jack, a little bit of music and a whole hell of a lot of fine specimens of the female persuasion and you could bet that Chad was having a decent time. The room he'd been assigned was an obvious play for a good review and as far as he was concerned, the boat might just get one if they kept it up with all the freebies. It was a massive thing, the boat. Just about anything you could ask for was included. Theaters and clubs and bars and more food than a person could probably ever eat.

But that wasn't the point of the night for Chad. He'd think about the rating later, right now he was busy. Drink to his lips, his eyes flicked across the room as he leaned back against the bar and watched people traipse through, most already drunk and stumbling. He immediately wrote off those bitches. Drunk was one thing. So wasted they couldn't quite stand wasn't going to work for him. It was hard to fuck a girl who couldn't move around right. He'd just have to keep looking. Maybe someone would strike his fancy.