She's Going to Find The Culprit

By the time Misty left the doctor's office, she had made her decision. She had no intention of letting herself get to the point where she couldn't walk, so she was going to find Lauren, and make them give her the antidote.

Before leaving the office, she asked Susan if she could have a copy of Lauren's photo. With that photo now in her possession, she was prepared.

"She's not here." The woman at the Drink Shack said.

Misty internally cursed. Of course this wasn't going to be easy. "Do you know where she might be now?" She asked.

"'fraid not." The woman replied. "She just up and said she had somewhere else to be and left."

"OK." Misty said. "Is there anyone else who knows where Lauren might be?"

The woman shrugged. "The fortune teller on the pier might know. She knows everyone in the resort. ...somehow." She said.

"Thanks." Misty said. "One last thing. Is there anyway I can get a list of all the drinks she tends to serve?"

A few minutes later, Misty had a list of drinks and a possible lead. As she walked down the pier, she could feel her bikini bottom getting tighter. Not by much, but tighter still.

Eventually, she found the fortune teller tent, and the fortune teller standing outside it. The fortune teller was a tall, gorgeous woman with long black hair, tanned skin, and wearing a jeweled bikini. But that wasn't what was most notable. What was notable was the fact that she obviously had been to the Drink Shack, and had drunk the...