Gar walked back towards the Hootchie tent and enjoyed the feeling of the night air on him. He was drenched and was sure the stink on him was epic by this point. He might have to do something about that if he was going to score that night. He again made a mental note to be sure to check on Babs before he turned in for the night, or locked himself away with a mark. As he made his way through the trailers, he paused at Izabela's and put his ear to the door. Silence. She was most likely still working, or out with friends. Gar gave a deep, raspy laugh and then turned to finish the walk back to the tent. The entire way, he hoped that things would settle down a few notches but knew better than to count on that. If the night started out wild, they usually ran that way all the way through.