Woe be to the party-goers in Circean Delight in the path of the two Campbell siblings... who when they worked together, could charm (read: dupe) just about anyone into absolute adoration (read: buying them drinks). It was a long standing tradition between the Bostonian brother and sister: an act that had been perfected since Lei turned twenty-one, and Jake re-discovered his China-doll sister's ability to make him look like an fucking Saint in front of lovely women (read: potential hook-ups).
Of course, it was all in fun (mostly, anyway). The two never set out to hurt anyone--Lei would never allow it to go so far, and would usually sabotage her brother's more serious attempts at taking some random girl back to his room (this counted for more than just their cruise so far). Since they had gotten older, it had become more of a competition between the two of them, usually to see who could get the most drinks bought for them, or see who could get a number quickest (Jake wasn't as fond of that game).
She had left her brother's company for a moment to get some air, considering the uncomfortably warm ensemble that formulated a rather authentic looking ninja costume. Dressed head to toe in black, complete with a scarf tied around the petite Asian woman's head and nose: her willowy frame crossed at the chest by black holders of fake weapons sheathed at her back. Even fingerless gloves. It looked awesome, and brought a good amount of humor to the conversation she was having with Jake and some brunette he had taken an interest in near the bar. But the heat was just too much.
Unfortunately, as much as Lei looked like an actual ninja in her get-up, she was a naturally clumsy thing at times (add to it the three rum and coke's under her belt). The second she stepped out onto the deck and started peeling the loops of the head-and-face scarf, the wind caught the material and promptly pushed it back into her face. Normal people might have stopped walking at that point, but Lei wasn't exactly the epitome of normal.
Of course, the lean of the ship edged her closer to the rail than originally thought, and a wrong step caught her toe on the upturned heel of the Vampire leaning against it.
Down the ninja went, stumbling a step or two before finally catching the rail: a bird-like yelp from her lips wavered and died off... and she stood there, clamped onto the bar like she was made of the same material.