Chapter Twelve

I don't figure out what it is either.

Not anytime soon.

"I need a break," I say to Brett. "I need a bathroom break."

He doesn't hear me. Neither does Victoria. I give up trying to make them listen to me and find my own way to the bathroom. It's not hard to find. It's in the room across from the one we were in. I walk down a long and narrow corridor to get there, and on my way there I see a couple making out in the dark. They don't stop when they hear me approach. I'm more weirded out by the fact that they were making out with masks on than them not stopping when I neared them.

The bathroom is cool and clean. It's also empty. I lock myself in one of the stalls and empty my bladder. I'm glad I stayed. I'm having a good time despite my hesitance earlier.

The door to the bathroom opens and two or more women shuffle inside. One of them is crying hysterically, and I feel so out of place that I hold my breath so I don't interrupt what's happening.

"I can't believe him!" one of them is s