It was the least of my worries. I'm sure Alan would either keep them or give them back, after teasing me about it first, of course.Alexis' demeanor su...prised me. She was acting like a drunk college chick who was being helped by her sober friend back to their dorms. She barely drunk anything tonight. Why was she acting like this?We passed several other guests once we reached the hallways, giving us concerned looks. Alexis kept acting like she was drunk. I didn't understand why she was acting. She nodded and they began walking to the left, the western side of the island. Caroline, Maggie, and Reeves headed eastward, while Babs and her grandson were adventurous, deciding to go overland and see the watchtower. The going was easy, but the beach was surprisingly narrow, with a washed-away overhang to the side, and they bumped hips constantly as they walked along. Mary didn’t mind at all and walked by Malcolm’s side rather than hang back and follow.They had gone maybe a third of a mile. Among the guys, you had a reputation for being pretty wild... but more importantly, you had a reputation for being really tight. The fact that you had a rep for being tight, well, said a lot about you.You're still in your party garb: a snug grayish-white tank top emblazoned with "DANCE DANCE DANCE" in various shades of pink that hugs your thin, petite frame, a pair of tight short-shorts you made from an old pair of jeans you outgrew. They are so short white fabric of the pockets protrudes from. John decided that he liked this newfound kindness in William and supposed that it was about time he appreciated their best friendship as much as he did. After some time of playing his turn, with his Warlock Sorcerer Mage doing significantly better than William’s Aggro Knight Pirate, John announced that he had to go home. “Man, you have a serious case of beginner’s luck!” “Says you, pig fodder,” John said with a laugh. “Whatever, you’ll see, I’ll be better next time around.” “Suuure. Okay, see.