Jill heard a low grumble from above and her ears perked up. She looked up, watching for any signs of rain when she realized that a dark blanket of clouds had covered the sky.She wondered if a storm was building up and the thought excited her.She had always had an irrational and a rather odd liking for bad weather.Jill was the kind of person who would look forward to thunder or would jump up in joy whenever it rained heavily.The disastrous temperament of a storm somehow soothed the inner turmoil of her own chaotic thoughts.She stared at sky above for a long time, expecting rain drops to dampen her head at any second now. 

[i]"We need to find somewhere to cover us!" [/i]Brandon's voice interrupted her thoughts, snapping her back to reality. Storms were nice and all, but only from the comfort of an indoors shelter. It would be disaster if Jill was caught in the midst of chaos. Especially after the mess at home.She followed him into the tavern, the place being all too familiar to her. By instinct, Jill decided to head to the stools lined up at the front, where she usually chatted up with others like her. Then her eyes fell on her ring and she stopped midway. If she got drunk at a time like this, there was no doubt she would lose possession of her ring. Unconsciously balling up her hand into a fist, Jill turned away. Unsure of what to do next, she walked around, looking at the people that had gathered there.