Page 9 of For a Goode Time Call…
“Go pee.”
She widened her eyes. “Oohhhh boy. Yeah, I’m about to leak.”
I pushed the door open for her, and she carefully wobbled in. I let the door close, and only moments later I heard a slam, as her body hit a bathroom stall divider.
“I’m okay!” I heard her yell. “I’m fine!”
I grimaced. That was loud.
Another loud sound.
A stream of curses.
“Dammit,” I muttered. Another crash. “Fuck it.”
I pushed into the bathroom, and found Cassie clinging to the outside of the stall, trying to pull the door open—it was a push, which was her problem.
I wrapped my arm around her waist again, holding her up. “Come on, let me help.”
She looked down at my hand, on her waist—carefully placed in a nonthreatening location, above her hip. Touched her hand to the top of mine.
“You have big hands.” She grabbed my hand, held her palm against mine—her hand was dwarfed by mine—the top of her fingers only reaching the first crease at my mid-knuckle. I could fit her entire fist into my palm. “Really, really, really big.”
“Yes, I do.” I used my toe to nudge the stall door open, guided her in. “Here you go. Can you manage from here, or should I get Kitty to help?”
She snorted. “I can manage my own pants, I think.” I let the door close. “I think.”
I rested my head against the stall. “You think?”
“Whoops,” she said, and I saw her feet slip, and then a thud as she landed on the toilet. “I’ve got it.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yep.” A pause. “Go away. I don’t want you to hear my pee noises.”
I laughed. “Fine, but yell and I’ll come help you back out.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
I exited the women’s bathroom and waited outside. A couple of minutes later Bast came by.
“Someone’s going through some shit, huh?” he said, carrying a fresh case of beer back toward the bar.
“No kidding.”
“Kitty was talking about how Roman’s dad was worried about her.”
“I can see why.” I pushed open the door an inch. “Cassie? You okay?”
Silence.
Bast just laughed. “Go get her. She’ll need a friend when she wakes up.”
“You know where she lives?” I asked.
“With her mom,” Bast said. “Kitty can tell you, I think.”
“Cool.”
