Nothing Else To Do?

[CHARITY CHASE MIRANDA]

Charity looked out over the deep blue water, watching it sway back and forth. The waves weren't very big, but Charity was pretty sure that the boos she had been drinking were getting to her. She felt like throwing up while looking out into the liquid. The sea air was blowing up in her face, making her shiver. It wasn't really the warmest day in England, but she had a jacket hanging over her shoulders so she was fine.... sorta. Charity's hair blew around her face, making it harder to see.

Today had been a pretty fun day... if you thought sitting at the bar of a Cruise ship was fun. Charity didn't really know why she was on this stupid ship, she didn't really have anything else to do. The eighteen year old girl was getting plenty of money from her father, so she could basically do anything she wanted. Not that Charity had exactly wanted to come on this Cruise. It was just something to do and some way of getting to Boos, even if she had to take them when no one was looking.

Which explained the half empty bottle of vodka she held in her left hand. She was currently leaning over the railing of the ship, her eyes closed so that she didn't puke. It's not like it really mattered if she did throw up, it would just fall into the ocean, probably never to be seen again.

Charity let her head tilt upward, looking at the clouds instead of the water. The sun was covered by the white fluffy things, making it easier to look into the sky. "Eh, shit." Charity said aloud as she felt the vomit coming up her throat. She bent over the railing and let it fall out of her mouth, along with some rather unpleasant sounds. "What a cruise."

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[Joel Isaac Levi]

On a drinking binge I see He watched her head bob down and release the contents of her day into the majestic sea. And what a contrast it was beauty upon a grand scale. Ivory hair that looked as if it were spun out of silk threads . An almost olive complexion complemented by smooth and unscarred skin. Deep brown eyes that showed a hidden beauty. And without doubt a beautiful body with curves in all of the right places. Of course, I can see why you might drink. The boat is quite.... mundane as opposed to what I thought it would be.

Procured quite quickly from his pocket a forest green hankerchief folded simply into a basic position was lifted in front of her. You might need one of these after, that little episode you just had. I'm sure your face is much prettier excrement free. He said it as tactfully as it could but upon leaving his mouth, much like her vomit it was unexpected and not pretty.

[CHARITY CHASE MIRANDA]

Charity took in a few deep breathes, trying to get over the vomit taste in her mouth. She spit out into the ocean, taking some of the taste with it. The young girl kept her eyes close, thinking that it might be time to move away from the water. But she didn't really wanna get caught with the bottle of vodka. Maybe after she drank the rest of it. The voice that came from behind her almost made Charity jump. Luckily she was able to keep her eyes close.

"You know, it's not very nice to sneak up on people..." She looked up at the young man, showing no emotion. He wasn't that bad looking.. maybe even considered handsome. Her gaze traveled along his body for a few more minutes, then she turned back tot he sea. His voice was alright, not as annoying as Charity thought most peoples voices were.

When he spoke again she kept still. Not even turning her head to look at him. His words let anger boil within her, or maybe the boos were coming up again. She brought her arm up to her mouth and wiped around it, feeling her hair blow around her. Charity glanced back to see the man still there. It sorta annoyed her. "Take a picture... it'll last longer."

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