Back at the bar, Nate was starting to feel frustrated. “Where the fuck did she go?” he sloppily asked the bartender, whose name was Marcus.“Oh, I see her in the line for the ladies’ room,” Marcus said, gesturing to the back.Nate squinted, but couldn’t spot her. “Hmm, I guess I’ve had enough to drink, my vision isn’t very clear.”“Don’t worry my friend. She’s fine. I am keeping an eye on her for you.”Nate felt reassured. “Not that I’m jealous or anything.”“Of course not, and no reason to be at all,” Marcus agreed, and Nate missed the hint of sarcasm in the bartender’s voice. “Here, one more on the house,” he said, pouring Nate another shot.“This is such a small bathroom,” Oliver remarked to Williams as they entered the single toilet powder room. The florescent lighting was dim and buzzing, and the concrete block walls were decorated with all manner of graffiti, phone numbers and obscene drawings. There was a sink with a cabinet underneath, a poorly lit mirror, the toilet with the