A surprise sex before evening, and a good night’s sleep after that. A good combination for many. Both strenuous and relaxing. Quiet environment of the bathroom was suitable for any voice to echo deeply. In the bathroom, behind closed doors, sound of the repeated slams, soft moans and sharper grunts leaked through the walls and radiated on the other side. The pleasant ordeal lasted for a while. In the end, there was a happier cowboy in town, and a somewhat satisfied young lady. As expected from such harsh lands, the people seemed to be wild, at least one of them. It had been a while for Grace, so to a degree, wildness happened to be something she had in common with her ephemeral partner. Her search for a needy distraction turned out to be quite fruitful, making her forget about all of the unpleasant events of the day. However, distressed sounds that came out of her parted lips exaggerated her pleasure as the young brunette knew how to act, how to play the part of an over sensational partner.<br/><br/>The intimate experience indeed purified her troubled mind from polluted concerns, so to speak. Similar to her light body, her sprit was lifted quite high during her time in the bathroom. Feeling more relaxed now, she dressed up. Wearing the same dusty dress over her clean body felt odd, but the other option was to walk about only in her undergarment. Not to occupy the bathroom any longer, the woman left it for someone else’ cleansing, although not before doing a cleaning herself to erase the clues of her suggestive exercise. The steamy activity left the woman quite thirsty as usual. She wouldn’t say no to a light drink before bedtime for recreation. Instead of going to her room right away to retire into seclusion, the woman walked down to the lobby. She was not addicted to drink, more of a social drinker. Her metabolism didn’t do well against alcohol. Knowing her unimpressive limit well enough, she usually made sure to not have one too many. Especially when the inn lacked the light beverages she liked to consume.<br/><br/>Her choice of poison ended up being whiskey; however, among the limited variety of liquors sat on the shelves, she didn’t really have much of a choice. Grabbing her drink, her tender hips rested at a small and round table. Unfortunately, she didn’t have any company to have an idle chit chat. More than anything else though, she was craving for a cigarette right now, just one small roll of tobacco she unfortunately didn’t have. Her tender lips parted. Her soft hands gripped the cup. Leaning against the chair, Grace took a sip of her drink. It was much stronger that the forgiving cocktails the young woman was used to drink. Upon taking the unfiltered substance in, it burned her throat, instantly adding a pink blush on her cheeks and nose. Grace coughed with her watery eyes as if it was poison what she just drank. Still choking on the intoxicating liquor, she crudely put her glass on the table as if there was a little bug under it she tried to murder in cold blood. She had no idea how people drank that thing. One of many inconvenience of the wild west she assumed.