who: Cameron and Carly where: Thalia's Diner when: Sunday, early evening
Cameron was on his fourth hour of being drunk, though currently he was sipping a glass of water and eating a plate of french fries. Not an alcoholic drink anywhere within reach of him, and perhaps that was a good idea. So far he'd managed to survive wandering the ship without getting himself in too bad of a mood. Here and there he'd gotten himself involved in conversations with people. There'd been a pretty girl on the top deck sunbathing who he'd said something to that he couldn't remember now, but she hadn't seem too upset about it, so Cam assumed it had been something nice. Then again, he didn't remember the exchange too well.
He'd wandered in out of various places looking for bars, and he couldn't remember the names of half the places he'd been into, or even how many, just that they'd served him plenty of drinks before he decided to continue on. Eventually he got tired of walking and found himself outside a diner. It looked inviting enough, and opting out of sitting at any of the tables he'd walked straight to the counter and sat down, ordering a plate of fries and a glass of water. He hadn't particularly liked the way the waitress had looked at him, but he shrugged it off. Instead he sat and waited until his order came.
It took longer than he would have liked, and Cameron took it as a personal slight on his character. That was until the waitress smiled prettily at him, and that was that. Biting into a too hot fry, he tried giving her a smile back but ended up swearing when his mouth was burnt. It earned him a look that clearly wasn't impressed. Muttering to himself he grabbed his glass of water and gulped some down, not noticing when he spilled some on himself.