The men were all good drinkers, as well as Faye, Eileen, and Elsa. Everyone drained every last drop of their glasses, having a brilliant time.
Lily was the only one who did not touch a single drop of alcohol, sitting aside quietly.
Wilbur looked around at the crowd, his gaze flashing with wistfulness.
Nancy was not there.
Faye saw the look in his eyes and raised her glass. "What's on your mind?"
"Oh, nothing." Wilbur clinked his glass against hers.
Faye chuckled. "I'd better hope so."
She drained the contents of her glass, barely able to contain how smug she was. "Have fun thinking about that."
The meal lasted until a little past ten. Everyone was still chattering away happily, with no intention of leaving.
Just then, Wilbur's phone rang. He picked up a call from Charles, who sounded nothing but anxious again. "They're back, sir! There are more of them this time, with banners and everything, staging a protest!"
Wilbur could hardly contain his fury. What did these old geezers take him for?
He got to his feet, turning to Faye. "I've got to take care of some things. You guys have fun."
"What's the matter?" Faye hurried to ask.
Wilbur frowned. "The same people from just now. They're back again. I'm going to take a look."
Faye got up in a hurry as well. "I'm going too!"
The rest of the room saw this and asked what was going on.
Upon hearing that the old folks were back to cause trouble, all of them flared up in fury.
The nerves of these people.
No one in the room had the mood to keep on drinking anymore, and everyone hurried out of the hotel to rush back to Sealake Island.
Over at the bridge.
There were now close to two hundred old folks this time, crowding around one end of the bridge and completely blocking the entrance.
A dozen of them were even raising banners that wrote:
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