"Yeah, but no one knows me." Essie leaned back, looking up at the sky. It was dark, the stars competing for attention from the huge bonfire. No one knew her, no one live. She'd spent so much time traveling, she'd never put down roots anywhere, just tumbled along like a weed and part of her really wanted that to change.

"And I'm staying stone-cold sober tonight." That was not something she wanted people to know about her, her alcohol tolerance.