Lights flashed and music throbbed throughout the club, a mass of bodies writhing in time to the beat on the dance floor. Unnoticed amongst the crowd, he led the drunk girl by the hand. “Come on!” he yelled, barely heard above the noise. She giggled and stumbled forward, tripping over her heels, clad in a short, tight, black dress. Her long red hair was far from the pretty do she had started the night in, but she was having fun. Who cared about how her hair looked? This guy certainly didn’t.
It took only a few moments for them to reach the bathroom doors, out of the way from the partiers. He pulled her in for a kiss and they crashed through, giggling. Miraculously, it was empty.
“Shhhh!” she said loudly and drunkenly, holding a finger to her lips. “We have to be quiet!” she whisper shouted. She took his hand and stumbled forward, looking in the stalls. “That one!” she shouted, forgetting her previous want to be quiet, pointing at an open stall that fit her drunken requirements and setting her clutch down on the counter of sinks. She giggled and pulled him closer, pushing him towards the stall.