'That's odd...', I think to myself as I walk up to the sink and turn the water on. It takes a little while for it to get warm but eventually I wash my hands. I can't find a clean towel in the place so I skip that and open up my purse.
I decide that I might as well touch up my make-up. I find my lip-stick and begin to put a fresh coat on as I try to remember if there was a pay phone in the hallway. Hopefully they have a phone book with it so you can call for a taxi.
"Hi there!", calls a man's voice. I nearly jump out of my skirt. My lipstick drops straight into the sink.
Looking in the mirror I notice the really tall black guy from the bar. He had been hiding in the stall next to mine. Before I can respond, I notice the other stall open and his friend in that one. They are both smiling at me as I look down to find my lipstick.
"You need some help picking that up," the second guy offers.
"No... I've got it... thanks anyway," I stutter as I grasp the lip-stick. But I lose your grip on it, and it falls to the floor through my shaking hand. It rolls to a stop at the feet of the large black man.
"Baby... what you so nervous about?"
Before I can answer... the door opens to the outside. Another black man is standing there. I recognize him as the bartender.
"So what's up? Did she agree to stay after hours and party with us or what?" He looks angry.
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