![]() She stepped onto a landing and pulled the door shut, started down a flight of metal steps toward an open threshold. Laurel pushed it open, greeted by a new set of smells. ![]() None of the stall doors had working locks or toilet paper that wasn’t trailing on the tile so she decided to skip a pit-stop until later, when she’d likely be drunk enough to lower her standards.īeyond the restrooms was a short stretch of hallway with the promised plain door at the end. ![]() She stopped in the fluorescent-lit peace of the women’s room to check her makeup and hair in the smoke-clouded mirror. He leaned over the counter and pointed into the chaos. “I’m looking for Flynn,” she shouted back.
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