“... the ring dang doo!” Several members of the gang chorused with a laugh, Javier's melodic strumming on his guitar partly drowned out by the noise as everyone started the next verse. “She took me down into her cellar…”

There was a party going on in camp, for one reason or another. As usual, half were already drunk, the other half amused at what they were doing.

There were a couple of things going on: a poker game between Bill, Lenny, Sean, and Pearson; some singing with Javier, Karen, Arthur, Tilly, and Uncle; not to mention the others who were all scattered around on their own, chatting with others, or just enjoying a drink.