Rhiannon gave Purity a one-armed hug back and a light squeeze. The vodka, like the beer Izzy brought, was a welcome addition to the party, especially knowing how much her friends could put back in a single night.
"Hayden? Shit... did I know about...?" She trailed off, trying to remember if she'd heard that he was in Key West, too. She didn't ask the obvious question -- does he remember anything? -- because Whistler, who'd just arrived and received a half-hearted kick to the shin for his comment about her name, wouldn't understand what she meant.
"Whatever. The more the merrier." Rhiannon directed the next sentence at Izzy. "To clarify, I meant my middle name. It's Isabel."