Chris laughed "I don't think dancing is no where near sex, but maybe I don't have right partner," He got up and held his hand out "So with that in mind you want to dance with me?"

They go back inside and chris pulls his hand on her hips "Alright, show me what you got and remember I'm comparing this to sex." he said close to her ear for her to hear him as he went on dancing close to her, following the beat. He consider himself to be a pretty good dancer so he like this though he didn't like dancing when the girl was too drunk to dance, or when people keep bumping into him.

Chris has listen to this song and it was good. "I know this song, I was dating this girl who always wanted to have sex to it. Every time she heard it, it got a little weird but I like the song." He told her listening to it more closely he smiled a little more "That's you huh? Well, I must thank you, you got me a lot of sex," He laughed. He had only heard the song but never knew the person who did it and he didn't really feel like looking it up to find out he was just thankful. Not one to punch a gift horse in the mouth, whatever that meant.

Dancing through this song with her grinding on him got him excited for one, the fact that she was hot was another, and somehow the muscles in his body must have also remember what happen when this song gets played. All of that equal to Chris getting tight in his pants and the agony of not knowing. He has dance a lot in the past but there hasn't been a time where dancing gave him a case of blue balls. Finally the song we off, and they played something else which he had mixed emotions, does he like that fact that he doesn't have her grind on him or is he disappointed she can back off now.

Chris smirks at her as she pulled away "I think I'm going to need to a cold shower after that." He laughed as he got off the dance floor. "You really know how to dance," he told her sitting down again, he was pretty hot and needed a break in more ways then one.

Chris sitting to try and calm himself down he closed his eyes one minute the next minute had a hot, sweaty, girl in his lap the next minute. Trust me hot and sweaty anything could sound bad but somehow Vara made it sound sexy for some reason. Wiggling in his pants to try the right spot until he was snug with himself between her butt. She had to have known how hard he was now. "You know what your doing don't you?" he ask just so she would know that he knew what she was doing.

Chris laughed at her moving her hips, damn right when he found a good spot too. "For one, I would like you to stop teasing me, and lets just get on with it if your going to go that far." he didn't know why she would ask him if he wanted to have sex with her. It's wasn't like he was going to say no to free sex, especially with someone attractive and famous. To kind of get this was getting his balls any bluer he grabbed on her her waist and held her still "So, my question is you want to have sex right here or go somewhere more private."

He nods his head . He didn't mind her getting in front of him. He even thinks their is a good chance she isn't going to be there when he gets outside. "Okay I'll meet you in ten minutes" he said letting go of her waist. "What kind of car is it so I'll know when I get outside,"

Chris took his time to calm down, He went got himself some of the last snacks at the table and quietly sneaked back down without anyone questioning him. He waited the ten minutes which seem to go by really slow, he went to the bathroom, wash his face, made sure his breath didn't stink. Why was he doing this when he figured she was gone and not going to wait. Still as he walked down stairs looking for black car. He was expecting a limbo or something and looked around to see if she was here. He looked at his watch and saw that twelve minutes have past "She, isn't going to be here," he talked to himself looking around.

Nichole walks around the length of the Duke's outer deck, stretching her legs and looking over the edge, at the water. When Ada had invited her to come back to the ship, she thought it would be an amazing idea. Something had felt missing for a long time - even before Sam left - and she thought that the Duke would bring it back. Instead, all the Duke brought back were memories - not all bad, but still memories. She couldn't shake the feeling that living on this boat was going to bring up a lot of old emotions that were never dealt with before. She pauses, looking at the open deck where she and Sam had gotten married. "Bastard," she says softly. She would spit if she wasn't sure it was fly right back into her face. She continues to walk down the stretch until she sees Erica on one of the deck chairs. She stops. Erica was a whole other messy situation. Nichole loved her. She had already admitted that to herself and to anybody who would ask. She loved Erica. But their situation was different now. It wasn't like the way that she loved her before. This quiet, melancholy dance that Nichole had to do was exhausting and she was ready to stop it, ready to understand what exactly she was supposed to be doing. She thought she made Erica happy, but then she... Nichole lets out a sigh. They never talked about it. Nichole hadn't asked a single question about why Erica tried to kill herself after Nichole tried so hard to make her happy. She never even asked why she wasn't allowed to see Erica when she was in the hospital. Part of her had resigned to not caring, to just simply shrugging it off and concluding that if even Nichole's hardest work couldn't keep Erica happy, then nothing ever could and she shouldn't worry about it. But love never lets you think like that, and still she pondered what she could have done different to stop her. She approaches Erica softly, not sure if she were asleep or just laying there. She moves one of the chairs next to Erica and lays down as well, looking out over the ocean. It always looked so pretty this time of day.