Chapter one hundred and sixty four:

Becky woke to the sound of the coffee maker percolating somewhere in the bus.

She would have stayed in bed and read for a bit or tried to sleep for a little longer, but the smell of coffee quickly drew her from her bunk and into the main living room.

Christy was sitting at the table, shuffling cards and playing a round of solitaire.

“Good morning.” Becky chirped. “Coffee not ready yet?”

“No, I’m waiting for that too. Ike was up early this morning and put the coffee on.”

“Ah good.” Becky dropped herself into a spot at the table. “What time is it?”

“Isaac said it was sometime after ten.”

“I slept in. Wow… where’s Isaac now?”

“He’s shaving. He said he wanted to get into the bathroom before Taylor did.”

“Ahh… is anyone else up?”

“Nope just us.”

“Not even Jen? She’s usually up before I am.”

“Nope. Didn’t you hear them come in?”

“No. Normally I hear everything… what happened?”

“Jen was drunk.”

“She got served at the bar?”

“I guess so. I don’t think they were really checking ID’s.”

“You guys weren’t even gone that long.”

“I know. An hour tops.” Christy shrugged. “She passed out on the couch and I helped put her in bed, but she was completely out cold.”

“That’s weird.”

“What’s even weirder, was that she kept telling Tay she only had one drink. A vodka shot.”

“And she was that loaded?”

Christy shrugged. “I know, it didn’t make sense to me either.”

“Do you think…” Becky lowered her voice. “Do you think she maybe was poisoned?”

“Poisoned? She wouldn’t have acted that drunk, though right?”

“Well, look what they did to you.” Becky pointed out. “Maybe she left her drink someplace and someone slipped something into it.”

Christy pondered that for a moment. “Can we talk about it later? Lets just not tell the guys yet.”

Becky nodded. “Okay. I’d like to talk to Jen first anyway.”

“Me too.”
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“Tay, man, What the hell?” Isaac demanded, pushing open the bathroom door. “It’s hard enough to shave on a moving bus without you banging on the fucking door!”

“I have to take a piss!” Taylor replied urgently.

“Shit, Tay! Do you purposely wait for me to get in here before you do that?” Isaac demanded, wiping a smear of shaving cream from his face.

“Yup, it’s more fun that way.”

Isaac groaned out loud. “I’m so glad I don’t live with you anymore, you’re a pain in the ass!”

“Is that my shaving cream?” Taylor demanded, grabbing the bottle.

“No, it’s mine! I packed it myself!”

“I’m sure this is mine!” Taylor replied. “Look, its for sensitive skin, just like mine!”

Isaac groaned. “Isn’t it entirely possible that we bought the same brand?” He walked out of the bathroom and stood in the hall with his arms crossed over his chest. “Grow up.”

“Quit using my stuff!” Taylor refuted.

Zac sighed and slipped out of his bunk. “What’s going on?”

Both Isaac and Taylor spoke at once.

Zac sighed. “Tay, if it bugs you that much, use mine.” Zac stepped into the bathroom and shut the door.

“What the hell!” Taylor cried.
Isaac pounded on the door.

“I’m taking a leak!” Zac shouted back.

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