Claire had never been out of the states before, not since she was but a few months old. She was born in Ireland but the tour she had won lead her here. It would have been nicer to explore her roots but any chance to escape the ordinary was good to her. Though if she'd known the people on the tour with them were going to be, for lack of a nicer word, jerks, she never would have come.<br/><br/>Honestly, she's dealt with nicer redneck drunks then these people. Nothing she did seemed to please their moods, every time she tried to smile they looked at her as if they were going to be sick. Pardon her, she may not be gorgeous but she knew she was hardly sickening to look at. The more time passed the more the idea of risking the weather became a most appealing option for her. She moved past the others, who parted like the red sea, towards a window to peek out. As far as she was concerned, a hurricane was better then staying with these twits all night. Well minus the other girl, she believed her name to be Aiyana. Claire was good with people, bad with names unless you were a regular drunk.<br/><br/>She wasn't sure if she was going to or not but she went about anyway slipping her jacket on followed by her green, bar logoed cap. Her eyes went back out the window, sparing a sympathetic glance towards the other girl who had been recieving the same treatment. A deep sigh escapes her lips as she debates roughing the weather to hopefully find sanctuary from the off stares and bitter whispers behind the back.