The late afternoon low hanging sun soon slipped below the horizon, leaving them with a cool, yet humid evening. People ate slowly, lounging and talking among the torches and lanterns. Nisha and several of the older members of the tribe seemed to have disappeared, leaving the younger adults, teenagers and children to the party.<br/><br/>Thankfully, the topic of conversation changed to less private affairs, people asking about Kairi's life on the mainland. It got a little uncomfortable when her family lineage was revealed but nearly everyone present was far too young to have had any influence on the decision to banish her father. Still, their conversation on the subject certainly skirted around that detail, keeping light for the time being.<br/><br/>Eventually, families with younger children began to depart, leaving a small group of people about Jango and Kairi's age. Frankie stayed too, looking very relaxed with a bottle of chilled vodka beside her lounge chair. Eventually, though, a tattooed man about her age came over and after a few quiet words, they left together, his hand slipping into her back pocket as they went.<br/><br/>Jango yawned, leaning on one of the outdoor tables, a half empty glass of bacardi in front of him while Nora and Gia shared a blunt. "So," Nora said, "what do you think of the island, Kairi? Think you'll stick around when summer's over?"<br/><br/>It was a bit soon to ask about Kairi's plans but Jango had to admit he was interested, his eyes locking on to her interestedly. They hadn't made any kind of commitment or anything but he really did like her.