Ariadne was trapped in giggles that night. Lance Alvers was performing stand up comedy with silly songs. She was at a table for two, both of them sipping Canadian beer. They laughed simultaneously, drank an equal amount of glasses and clapped at every joke.

"I didn't know he could tell jokes too." She breathed as they walked out of the comedy hall.

"I told you he was funny." Frank bragged.

"You were right." Ariadne picked up her glowing phone to see a text from Jules.

Eames and I are hot tubbing. Wanna join us? Bring Frank.

"So, what are you gonna do now?" she asked him. "Jules and her… guy friend are in a hot tub and two spots are open."

"Hot tub?" he swallowed. "You want me to… get in a hot tub?"

Ariadne was confused for a moment but then laughed. "No silly, not like that at all!"

"Oh… well then that would be fun."

"Great. I'll change into my bathing suit and see you up there then." She waved goodbye and started venturing down the stairs. Ariadne stepped into her suite to strip down.

Her jean shorts dropped to the carpet. Before she could slip off her panties, she appeared again.

"You think it's wrong to use him. To make Arthur jealous." Lioness was standing in front of the mirror. "Sure it doesn't work all the time like in the movies… but why not try it?"

Ariadne scowled at the illusion displeased with what she was saying.

"After I nearly bullied him to death?" she snapped. "No."

"Oh please, he'll forgive you." Lioness sneered in defense. "He's forgiven you for doing something much worse."

Ariadne sighed and glared at the gold-fishnetted derby girl. "I'm not you Lioness. I don't use violence and greed to get what I want."

"You want that man though." She reminded her. "Do what it takes to grab him!"

The architect was tired of her mind suggesting mean ideas. "Go eat some rare meat or something."

"Meow." Lioness snickered. "We're getting feisty aren't we?"

Before Ariadne could protest, she was gone.

On the main deck, Jules and Eames were drinking in the hot tub. Eames was explaining to her what his tattoos meant when Ariadne and Frank stepped in.

"It feels much better at night." Ariadne commented to Frank. "It's very hot in the day, sometimes ninety-five degrees. Who would sit in a hot tub then?"

"I did that once in Arizona." Frank replied. "It was one hundred and five. But I turned orange."

"How come nothing rhymes with orange?" Jules asked out of complete randomness.

"You should make a word." Ariadne told her.

"Hey," Eames pointed behind him at Arthur and Joe. They were kissing on one of the beach chairs. When the others had his attention he shouted, "Who's winning!" The kiss broke and Ariadne covered her mouth to stop laughing.

"You made him mad! He's going to yell at you now."

"I don't give a fuck darling."

Arthur walked over to the hot tub passing the board with the rule saying he couldn't wear any clothes.

"Do you mind?" he asked calmly. "I'm trying to have a good vacation with my girlfriend. That does not include you acting like a high school boy."

Eames kept his smirk. "I just wanted to know the score. Who plays tonsil hockey better?"

Jules started snickering, her eyes looking into the bubbles. Arthur looked over at Ariadne to see her touching shoulders with Frank. "Who's this?"

"I'm Frank." He stood up to shake Arthurs hand, despite being soaking wet. "I went to high school with Ariadne and Jules." Arthur accepted the handshake after he heard the mention of high school.

"Rodger." Arthur fibbed once more. "That pretty lady over there is my girlfriend Joe."

"Who is that Rodger Rabbit?" Joe asked from afar. Eames and Jules burst into laughter.

"Oh God!" he slammed his palm on the drink table. "From now on Jules I'm calling you Jessica Rabbit."

"Fine by me." The red head made the signal with one hand. Being referred to a hot Disney character was sort of flattering.

"It suits you well since you can sing." Ariadne mentioned.

Joe stood up and walked over in her high heels. Ariadne looked down on the wet surface to see if she could pull off getting there. She stepped into the hot tub zone in her dress without slipping.

"I'm Frank." He said, shifting his hand to hers. "I'm Ariadnes friend."

"Friend?" she raised an eyebrow in suspicion.

"Yes Joe. A friend." Ariadne spoke more clearly as if talking to someone absent minded.

Joes face gazed over at hers like a snakes. 'I know what you're planning' was the look she was given.

'Prove it.'

It would be a while until the next excursion. For three days they remained at sea. The size of the ship made her slower. One disadvantage of Greek cruise ships were that they didn't sail quickly. Some people swore they never felt the ships moving below them sometimes; only in storms.

On the main deck, half the passengers relaxed. Eames and Jules were having a chicken fight in the pool with another couple. Frank was walking around with his video camera. Joe was laying in the sun.

Arthur was nowhere to be seen. He left when Joe got distracted with the rays to find Ariadne. She was at the front of the boat in the same place, sketching a black and white inked picture.

"Interesting. Who is that?" he sat beside her and looked at her work in process. On the paper was a sketch of a derby girl with her hands on her hips. She had babydoll pigtails, a bow tie around her neck, a shirt exposing her belly, ruffled panties and fishnets.

"I was thinking I could try to be someone else if I really do decide to try out." She said. "I don't want to be just another boring looking athlete."

"She looks like a bar waitress." He commented. "Your really gonna step out looking like that?"

"No one knows it'll be me." She repeated her last statement. "So, did you distract your girlfriend again to come see me?"

"Not this time." Arthur shook his head. "I don't have to. She has no control over me."

Funny, she thought. She seems to be in control of Rodger.

"We have to talk about Frank." He was now completely serious.

"Do you seriously think that I would ever go for him?" she questioned. "Sure he's attractive but I would never date him."

"I just don't want a repeat of last time." He placed his hand on her shoulder. Ariadnes eyes looked down at her feet.

"We're on a boat with people everywhere. There's no way he could-"

"There's always a way." He stopped her. "Don't assume that you're safe here."

"I meant if you were around." Ariadne finished. "Right when you got there, you didn't let anything else happen to me. So there's no way anything could happen here."

Arthur sighed and believed in a way, she was right. But he was still worried. He felt strongly like he had to speak with Frank. If he saw them touching in anyway, he would grow insecure.

"I'm keeping an eye on him." Arthur told her with the same strictness he used at work.

"That's fine by me." She agreed. "Look, you don't have to worry about being my bodyguard. You don't see me get suspicious at Joe, do you?"

"Why would you suspect her of that?" he nearly snapped.

"I just thought Arthur had better taste." Ariadne closed her sketchbook. "I didn't think even Rodger would make such a stupid choice."

"You do realize that I'm trying to look normal." He called out to her. "Dating her is one thing that helps with that. You don't really think I'm going to marry her, do you?"

"Honestly, I don't even like you pretending to love her." Ariadne confessed. "Sure, fake it. But with her?" She stood up. "The only woman you could marry would be someone who can handle the truth."

Arthur sighed as she walked away from him. In a way, she was right. He's been playing Joe for too long and he had to end it. But what the after effects would be, he didn't know. Joe could be so heartbroken, she'd move into another suite or spy on him. Maybe something worse would happen.

That night at dinner would be his chance to make that move.