CJ had spent much of the afternoon doing absolutely nothing. He'd wandered around on the top deck, taking in the fresh sea air while smoking like a damn chimney. That was CJ though, often contrary to his surroundings and, because they made it so damn easy, he'd been drinking as well. It was like they wanted him to drink himself silly. Every where he turned there was a bar just beckoning to him.
So if he'd partially forgotten the fact that Leah was coming to his room at 4, well he blamed it on the Jack. It was with a fresh drink in one hand and a half burned cigarette in the other, that he came sauntering down the hallway and spotted her at his door. He immediately noticed the pants she wore, probably her dancing attire he'd guess.
"Hey, princess," he called, because she hadn't noticed him approaching.