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“I’ll go also.” Wade pushes up, but I press my palm to his chest.
“We’re fine. It’s just right there.” I gesture towards the hall that holds the restrooms.
His amber eyes narrow slightly, then he drops back down. “Watch out for the guy in the Phantom mask. He keeps staring at you.”
“I just need someone to part the sea for me.” Libby pats his shoulder as she passes. “Don’t worry, I pee often, but little.”
Looking around doesn’t reveal a masked man.
Well, it shows a lot, really.
But they’re more like Batman, Spiderman, a Freddy Krueger or two, and some I’m not as familiar with.
Blue starts strumming out his next song and I glance back to make sure that Libby is still right behind me.
Her fake nipples on her udder poke me in the side. “Don’t stop, I’m on a mission!” She turns me, leaving her hand on my shoulder to guide her.
It makes a tingly warmth go through me knowing she’s not angry at me any longer. I know we might never be best friends, but at least we aren’t enemies.
Her exhale of relief is palpable when we make it into the bathroom.
“Oh thank goodness.” She rushes into the first open stall.
I have to go further away, skipping the full ones.
Chatter bounces between the girls in the spots between us. They’re loud enough I can’t really hear much besides my own bladder emptying.
When I step out, Sophia has joined Libby near the sink.
“Hey, Elena! I love the outfit.” Her wide grin flashes under her oversized cowboy hat. She looks like an exaggerated version of a rodeo queen, complete with sequin shirt and bright pink chaps.
“Your’s too, those spurs are amazing.” I gesture with my chin at the giant foam barbs attached to her boots.
“Thanks! Lori helped me.” She flips her heels to make them wag comically. “Did you see Sawyer’s working here? I came to tell you to give him a hard time.
When I hit the pump the soap dispenser, nothing happens.
“There’s some in there.” Libby points where she washed up, wringing a paper towel in her hands.
I give the one I’m at a last stubborn smack, and get a squirt of pink gel down the front of my shirt.
“Shit.” This is embarrassing as hell, especially since I’m trying to impress them.
“Dang it. I hate it when that happens.” Libby leans her butt against the wall, cupping her belly with her hands.
She looks uncomfortable.
“You guys go on, I’ll be out in a minute.” I don’t want her having to stand around waiting on me.
Libby gives me a grateful look before she leaves.
Damn soap thingy.
I grab a handful of wipes and soak them down. It takes me longer than I expected to clean the mess up leaving a damp spot.
The only good part is that it doesn’t look like it stained.
Stepping into the shadowed hall, there’s a wall of backs facing the dance floor. Some with capes, some with leotards over spandex suits.
