She found a spot near the bulkhead, as far from the guards as she could be. She wanted to keep an eye on what was happening and, at the same time, avo...d interacting with them if at all possible. She leaned against the wall and waited.A half hour passed before anything changed. People had started to relax, as much as it was possible to do so when armed men were holding your prisoner. Some had seated themselves at tables and other huddled in little groups. A commotion on the far side of the room. Therefore, the last item on the agenda was to schedule the various things that needed to be done right away. Joan, Ann, and Samson were assigned the job of picking up the recruit, Bob was to take the rest of the teens to help with the water wells, I was going to start work on the electrical system, and the remaining women were going to start clearing the skeletons and such other debris from the Camelot Motel and babysit Johnny and Sarah. Jack would probably go with me, but we would leave that. Donna led them to the remaining table and held the chair for Lacey, who sat and then looked up to find the waitress looking down at her. "Sweet or dry?" she asked."Sweet," said Lacey, her mind still whirling. Obviously, Bob was well known here. It was almost like walking into some place that was run by your relatives. You were welcome. It was obvious and taken for granted."Sweet it is," said Donna. "And I'll bring you a cudgel to manage him with." She tossed her head toward Bob, who was sitting. Apparently Gavin was more drunk than Eric or I because when he finally passed out on the couch and started snoring, we could tell that he wasn’t going anywhere for the rest of the night.“Hey,” Eric said coming down to sit on the floor next to me after cleaning up most of the empty cups and food wrappers. “You wanna just watch a movie now or something?”I looked over at Gavin before looking back to Eric with a smile. “I would. Lord knows I’m not tired, but I’d rather not sit on the floor, and it.