Justin couldn't help but stay a few steps behind everyone else and take a nice long look at the wonderful curves on both Ruxandra and Avril as they walked. One classy and professional, the other bratty little punk girl. Reminded him a bit of Christina back when she first hit the scene. And as far south as Britney's innocent persona went, he could only guess that the little punk girl had nowhere to go but up. He caught himself staring and broke away in time for Ruxundra to turn around and offer them all food.<br/><br/>He made a quick assessment of Brad and then turned back to Avril. He nodded and smiled, chatting casually about their respective albums. He could tell she was chatting him up to avoid Brad and talking about the show, an he didn't really mind. He wasn't particular clear on the objective of the show. Definitely not a dating game, well maybe. Brad was dumb enough to cheat on Jennifer Aniston, why wouldn't he cheat on Angelina. That remained to be seen, meanwhile back to idle chitchat.<br/><br/>When Ruxandra returned with Keira, Justin's jaw dropped and his sunglasses almost fell off his face. He should have guessed that Brad wouldn't be the hottest star on the boat, but it hadn't occurred to him who might be showing up. He wiped his sleeve across his face, shut his jaw and adjusted his shades again. He gave Avril a pat on the leg and a nod, trying to politely excuse himself, and moved to introduce himself to Keira. "Ashante Mademoiselle.