You consider your options and figure that you need some real help. Someone who will be able to help you analyze the incident and then act accordingly. And as far as you know, this means, you need one of the guys to help you, women just don't make enough sense. Given your small size, you need a place of silence, of tranquility and meditation. A place where men go to be undisturbed by reality. In other words, the toilet.
Fortunately, the rest rooms are not far from the bar (it figures, considering the quality of the beverages). It doesn't take you long to reach them, and there are actually no tight spots for you. Inside, you find the usual implements: some sinks, toilet stalls, and all the other crap. Currently, there is little business going on, so you check out the stalls.
The first stall is empty. The paper is gone and the strong smell from the bowl ensures that there won't be any clients using it again for some time. Without wasting time reading the obscene inscriptions former occupants have left, you walk through under the stall's side wall into the next one.
The second stall is occupied. It's none of your acquaintances, which is actually a reason to rejoice as this guy definitely had one drink too many (actually must have been a couple of them). He is lying on the toilet, his head hanging down its side. Vomit is everywhere and the stench is terrible. The occupant is completely obliviously to this of course, as he is fast asleep.
Before you reach the other side of the stall, you hear the toilet door open and someone turns on the faucet. As this sounds like a good chance to get noticed or at least take some action, you leave the stall for the main room of the toilet instead.
It's Steve Michaelson, not exactly your best friend, but kind of okay. He has blonde hair and usually a tiny bit shorter than you are. He always wears black leather garments and dark sunglasses and tries to look cool. You don't know how, but he always shows up with a girl friend, although it is seldom the same one twice.
It looks as if his latest date had rejected one of his famous offers in a direct way. The left side of his face is reddened and his glasses seem a bit tacky. Currently, he is combing his hair adding enough gel to turn it into a concrete block. He is your neighbor, though, which would make him the perfect ride. So what do you do?
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