All the hair stood straight out on Tinker's head as Warren ran them across the highway.He headed toward the one place where the lights were on and people were milling around inside, blasting music.<br/><br/>"Welcome to the hurricane party," one man called to them, waving an amber long neck bottle.<br/><br/>"Git on in here," the bartender called " and fasten the door tightly behind you. This tavern is bullet proof and not even God hisself can blow it over."<br/><br/>Tinker blinked at the jovial faces. Just seconds ago she and Warren were in peril for their lives and these people acted like storms were an every day occurence. She shrank closer to her man, and followed his lead.