She played absently with the lemonade bottle before opening it. "I hear that. They'll all be pulling out tomorrow though. The ones still here, anyway." The weekend had been the worst, and it had started to taper already but hopefully tonight would be the last of it. Not that she was complaining about the revenue that rolled in, but boy could she do without the worry of needing to cover up something.
Sure, supposedly non-natives forgot about how things really were once they left town, but Misty was of the mind that every rule had an exception or two. Not that she expected the press to descend on the town, but ... she couldn't help but worry a little all the same.
She jumped a little at the blare of music. "Jesus, they need to get some adults in there," she muttered - even if the odds were good there was at least one adult in there. "How hard can it be? My blind gramma could probably have it all set up by now," she groused. Still, they'd sorted their shit out every year prior, and she figured within the next ten or so minutes they'd have the radio station going at a reasonable-but-not-overwhelming volume. She hoped.