If there was one thing Drizella was extraordinarily gifted at (besides being her gorgeous self), it was smoke rings. And as she leaned over the rail of the ship, spliff in hand, night air cool against her skin, she thought that the cruise was the perfect place to practice.
It wasn't like they could stop her from smoking, anyways. Driz was eighteen, a legal adult, and she could do whatever the fuck she wanted -- well, apart from drinking or having sex in the middle of the pool deck, that was. Even though her spliff was a mixture of tobacco and, well, slightly less than legal substances, she was sure it wasn't that noticeable. Looked like a cigarette, smelled like a cigarette, smoked like a cigarette. Nobody would know the difference, and nobody was going to stop her.
Not that she thought they really were going to. Drizella was honestly pretty certain that the adults on the ship were blind, or idiots, or just genuinely didn't care what their students got up to. Parties, sex, drugs...she had seen it all in her few weeks on the Disney Study Abroad cruise, and not once had she seen any intervention, and they certainly hadn't put in any extra effort to be sneaky either. It was almost laughable, how she had been sent there to be 'rehabilitated' and 'turn over a new leaf', and the only thing that had really changed in Driz's life was that she didn't have her mom hanging over her shoulder twenty four-seven. The thought that her mother's money was being wasted on sending her and Anna to a place that wasn't going to help them in the least was one of the only things that kept the girl sane on the ship. Well, that and the amount of hot guys walking around shirtless.
Sighing, she brought the expertly-rolled spliff to her lips once more, grinning to herself when the products of her exhale were, yet again, perfectly formed rings of smoke. She deserved some sort of fucking award for how awesome she was at them, honestly. Next time they docked she would have to look into if there was a smoke ring competition or something of the sort, because if she could get recognition and a reward for her skills, maybe the entire cruise would be worth it.
The sound of approaching footsteps snapped Drizella out of her thoughts, although she didn't turn her head to look in the direction of the approaching person. If it was a teacher, brilliant -- again, they couldn't stop her even if they tried. Instead she just took another drag before speaking, smiling as the smoke clouded her vision once more. "Before you start; smoking is bad, blah blah blah. I know. I've heard the speech a million times again." It wasn't like Driz did it much anyway, only once every couple of weeks or so, when she was bored or needed to relax. If other people didn't like it, then she figured that was their problem, not hers.
