It wasn't that sort of place. All the warders were probably grabbing a few beers in what they laughingly called their club before turning in for the n...ght.We hid for a moment behind some bushes to check we hadn't been followed but I became worried about one of the other's mohawk hair style, you know the one that leaves the scalp bear except for this strip of rigid hair running down the centre. Well his was fairly long and just might be seen poking over the bush if one of the guards suddenly. You have time to change, but don’t get lost in the view. You can see the Midway from your suite.”Sam paused, “Still, the line can get pretty long at the bar. Chastity can grab and hold a table while I get the booze. You want Bourbon, Irish, or Scotch?” When Chastity started to raise her hand, he said, “Yeah, I remember, you drink root beer.”I told Sam I wanted a single malt Scotch if they had it or Irish if they didn’t. Then, I pecked Chastity on the cheek, grabbed my duffle, and headed up. My. The silence might have seemed uncomfortable to some, but it was the same type of mundane routine that she had enjoyed so much during her brief marriage to Peter. It spoke volumes of safety and comfort that was hard to find in this fucked up world. Companionable silence, when words simple were not necessary. Damran broke the spell as he placed the mug in front of her. His back was turned as he made his way round the table, but the catch in his voice said it all. ‘You may think I’m crazy. But. It kept wailing incessantly. “Damn-it,” he snapped, finally unscrewing the cover and ripping the wires out. The sound of their labored breathing was loud in the silence that followed. Gabriel looked at Abigail wide-eyed and began to laugh after a few seconds. She couldn’t help but laugh with him, her heart still galloping painfully within her chest. “Well that’ll certainly be something funny to remember,” he snickered. Her gaze roved his body, all wet and full of rose petals. They were.