Knowing she did not start the evening naked, she decided to look for what clothes were left. Most likely, she chose a band t-shirt they had silk screened and some other back-up clothes for their concerts. They had changes of costumes, after all, although she was not sure where they were anymore. They had not needed them in a month or so, and it was likely Aimee or Jen had taken them back to their place.
The best likely scenario would be to also find the keys, so she could guarantee herself to get to the garage on time. Surely she was not farther than an hour's drive away, but she knew she could not show up at the door with no clothes at all!
This presented her a short idea. She texted Aimee again, this time asking for a change of clothes (Aimee was not too far a different size than herself) brought to the garage for her so she could change when she got there. That took care of that, but she still had to arrive early to change, and she still had to somehow sneak past her bandmates.
Still, more important than her clothes was this opportunity! She had to make it there on time. She used the map application on her phone and checked where she was. The GPS was a little iffy, but she recognized this location as a few blocks off from where she usually used to get home. Chances were she got lost on the way back and decided she was too sleepy or drunk to continue.
There were a few choices of where to look in the bus without going outside. There were sounds out there - it was a hot day and many were out jogging, mowing the lawn, and getting places. She had to keep her search inside.
Unfortunately, if she stood up on the seats to reach the overhead compartments, even the height of the bus would not shield her naked self to anyone looking inside. The thought drew her in a ball, and she pressed her knees against her chest. She was not too completely timid on stage, and she would sport a fine bikini at the beach, but the last thing she needed in a tender moment like this - hung over, a bit lost, naked, and in a rush for her career, was to have cops called on her, or have some douchebags catcalling her or shaking the bus or anything else. Her mind went to awkward, then sinister, then downright horrible places in fear. She breathed deeply. She had to keep calm.
Right now at least anyone who wanted to try and look in could only see the top of her head. She knew there were things often kept up there, but there was also the compartments beneath the seats, the two seats up front with the glove compartment, or the bathroom. If she could find the keys, she could spend all the time searching she wanted. Her map application warned her, though, that if she walked to the garage it would take nearly fifty minutes - not a lot of leeway, especially since she needed time to change when she got there. If she drove, it would take barely fifteen, but that was only if she could find the keys.
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