TWENTY-EIGHT
Xan wasn't sure if she was just getting used to the noise, or if the cyclone was finally dying down. Either way, it was time to make an executive decision before Jason talked her into another beer. "I'm having a shower," she announced, sliding down her bar stool. She made it to the floor without incident – she was slightly tipsy, not drunk. The ginger beer had some alcohol, but not enough to make her stupid. Besides, she'd only had two. Maybe three, if you counted the one with lunch, but that was hours ago. Probably out of her system by now. And speaking of getting things out of her system...there were other facilities she needed to visit in the bathroom, too. Rather urgently.
She snatched up her bag and headed for the bathroom block. Here, she could hear the wind whistling
