CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY TWO – WHAT’S ALL THE RAUCOUS

As they cleaned, bits of conversation drifted between them, a mix of panic and determination. "I found someone's underwear behind the jukebox," Linda announced, holding up the offending garment with a grimace. Charlotte laughed despite the stress. "At least they had a good time, I suppose." Tony emerged from the kitchen, his face red from exertion. "I've got most of the surfaces sanitized, but the oven's still a disaster. How much time do we have left?" Mr. Davies checked his watch, his face paling further. "Twenty minutes, if we're lucky." "Right," Charlotte said, surveying their progress. "Linda, how's the bar looking?" "Almost done," Linda replied, wiping sweat from her brow. "Just need to restock the fridges." "Good. Tony, focus on that oven. Mr. Davies, can you handle the bathrooms?" Mr. Davies nodded, looking slightly green at the prospect. "I suppose I must." As they entered the final stretch, the tension in the air was palpable. Charlotte's arms ached from scrubbing, b