The hormones Arthur and Ariadne had were stronger than drug addictions. Anything that reminded them of one another- the buildings from a distance, short tattooed brunettes, the male servers' uniforms- had them feeling like they needed to be together. Arthur passed time by thinking about how he could make the situation cleaner. Ariadne did as she always did on the ship when nothing interesting was going on. She would have been hanging out with Jules, but she was complaining non-stop about some creep who wouldn't leave her alone.

One thing she could think of to get her mind off Arthur was to focus on the quality of her artwork. For years she had been drawing mazes and floor plans and planned to draw freely. She tried to draw her roller girls; the derby girls from Hogwarts and even herself as the skater she envisioned.

Too bad she couldn't pay attention. Her thoughts were like giving in to an addiction after vowing to give it up for Lent. She flipped the guiltily.

Every detail already memorized, she sketched Arthurs face. For around a half hour she spent time working on his hair specifically. Her mind was so dedicated to the sketch, she didn't hear a person come up.

"Who are you drawing?" She looked over to see a guy she's never viewed before. He was overweight with a few tattoos. To her despair he wasn't wearing a shirt. He starred at her through his glasses.

"Uh… That's actually personal so it would be nice if you wouldn't look at my stuff." She hid the page from sight and caged the drawing on top with her arms.

"My names Kevin. I'm a hockey player."

"Ok… I don't like hockey."

"Oh…" he paused. "I have a motorcycle."

"I have a boyfriend." She lied. "Now go away before I get security."

"You're just like that red head." He commented. "The bitch threw her ice cream at me."

Ariadnes eyes shifted sides. Jules mentioned before that some creep was hitting on her. She told Ariadne, "I dumped my milkshake on him." On his swim trunks were some pink stains.

"That bitch happens to be my best friend." Ariadne snapped angrily. "And you're just creepy. Stay the hell away from me."

"What if I don't wanna?" He sounded like Butt-Head from the MTV cartoon.

"Then I'll just have to remind you again." Another short brunette got off the stairs and approached Kevin. The creeper looked onto the celebrity looking like he got busted. "Security has an eye on you Kevin. You'll get thrown off the ship if you keep creeping on women. And if I was in your social class, I wouldn't throw away all the money I spent just to have a bunk bed here."

Ouch. This chick knew just what to say.

"You're a bitch." He told her.

"Get in line!" Ariadne saw Jane literally shoot a bullet of spit from her mouth into his eyes. In midair, it looked like Spiderman shooting a web. "And piss off."

Kevin just looked at both women then went down the stairs.

"You know that guy?"

Jayne took a seat next to which she considered a friend. "He kept on coming up to me, Lucy and Ivory. He rambles on about how he's here with his brother because his mother wanted him out…" Ariadne laughed.

"Is he mentally ill or something?"

"It's tragic, isn't it?" Jayne shook her head. "So what are you drawing?" She looked at the half done picture on top and turned the page. Ariadne tried to stop her but it was too late. "Is that Rodger?"

Ariadne sighed and nodded. "Uh huh."

"So you are crazy about him."

"He's crazy about me too. He even gave me a Casablanca scarf. The problem is the girlfriend." Ariadne shook her head as she pulled on the silk.

"You grabbed that jewel and tore it off her neck and she has no clue?"

"Not yet." Ariadne chuckled nervously. "We want to go to that prom thing together, but we can't."

"Why not?" Jayne asked.

"Her." Ariadnes eyebrows popped up. "They're in the same suite."

"So? He can kick her out."

"Of all the places to breakup with someone, a party cruise at sea is not the best idea." Ariadne told her.

"True…" Jayne thought. "So you'll have to wait until the cruise is over…"

"Yep."

"And on the other hand you need a guy to decrease suspicions?"

Ariadne sighed. "Yep. If I can convince him." Her head turned to face the singer. "Listen, no one can know. I'm very uncomfortable that I told you this."

"So I can't be trusted because I'm famous?"

"I'm just afraid someone will overhear us."

"There's no one around." Jayne placed an arm around Ariadne. "Look, I like you. You don't run up to me and say 'I love you' or 'I love your dad'. Whenever I walk by you look at me like I'm normal."

"You are normal. Just very talented and highly known."

Jayne sighed. "I wish. Fame and fortune isn't all it's thought to be. People don't follow you with cameras and wait for you to explode. And when you joke about an issue on Saturday Night Live, the people don't give you shit."

"When did that happen?" Ariadne didn't see the episode of Saturday Night Live that Jayne hosted. She did hear that it was pretty good though.

"For the episode I hosted, I did a porn name skit, a roller derby skit, a Miley Cyrus show skit, a commercial for Hannah Montana condoms and I get shit for poking fun at the immigration problem in the last skit." All the sketches she described sounded inappropriate but hilarious.

"What was the last one?"

"Ok, so it was one of those Turner Classic Movie skits and the movie was Mary Poppins. Jason Sudeikis was all, 'There's a scene cut from the film that we'll see for the first time'. I was Mary, I flew into the kids' bedroom and it's a mess so I tell them to clean it. They say no so I magically made six Mexicans in jeans appear and I sang as they cleaned."

"Oh my God." Ariadne placed her hand on her forehead. "That sounds so bad."

"It's on Hulu if you paid for wi-fi on board."

"I'll try to find it." Ariadne nodded. Jayne took one of the artists sketching pencils and flipped to a blank page, tearing off a small chunk.

"Here's my number." Jayne handed her the oddly shaped scrap of paper. "Keep it in your contacts and throw it out after. Call me if there's any problems."

"I think I'll be fine." Ariadne passed.

"Well put it in just in case." Jayne put the scrap down. "If Jules can't back you up at anytime, I will."

Ariadne sighed. "Thanks."

"And relax. No one knows."

Still within hearing range was Kevin.