The invites had gone out, and while this wasn't particularly Alex's ground of expertise, it wasn't something that she would miss for anything. Sitting cross-legged on the floor, her own contribution to their holiday had been tossed into the communal pile and a bottle of Jose sitting open beside her.
The others were arriving one by one, and she greeted each with a raise of her bottle. The bite in the air was a nice slap to the senses, one that was appreciated with all of the ego and swagger already on display.