Broken Bond
It took some convincing to get her here tonight, but she needs it.
I do, too.
I find the restroom easily enough, though I have to wait in line behind someone else before I can get in. Once I do, I take a quick pee and wash my hands, leaning over the sink to reapply my cherry red lipstick in the mirror as the voices of a couple girls waiting outside the door carry through it.
“Who is she, anyways? I’ve never seen her at one of these before.”
“I have no idea, but I’ve been trying to get on Cal for months. If he’s taking anyone home tonight, it’s gonna be me, not some random skank.”