Chapter 431

Heading back inside the venue, I took a quick glance at the stage where a trio of women were banging out a decent rendition of an up-tempo rock classic that I recognised but couldn’t quite place. I quickly decided that I had two stops to make before I found Becca and Wanda. First, I needed to crack the seal and take a piss. Then I would hit the bar to grab water bottles and another round of beers for the three of us.

With my mission set, I went looking for the washrooms and found the two doors opposite the bar. Of course, the Ladies’ had a line snaking out of it, while the Mens’ looked like it might as well have been unoccupied.

“Sorry, ladies,” I murmured, working my way through the crowd, passing the line of women and heading into the Mens.

The booming music from the stage, the ringing in my ears, and my focus on relieving myself meant that I only heard and pieced together a few things when I already had my dick out and was trying to drown the old urinal with a contented sigh. The interior of the bathroom was dimly lit by a weird blue light over the sinks. There weren’t any mirrors over the sinks, but it looked like there might have been at one point based on the frames - instead, there was writing in marker all over where they should have been. In fact, the marker graffiti was pretty pervasive throughout the bathroom, on the walls and the outside of the stalls as well. There were three urinals, already looking well used for the night if they had even started clean to begin with, and the exposed pipes above them were dripping with condensation because of the cold water in them and the sticky heat of the room.

Three guys had been at the sinks, but only one of them had been washing his hands. That’s what had me frowning as I emptied my bladder and read a few of the disparaging notes on the bathroom wall in front of me. I doubted that ‘Todd’ actually had a ‘shrimp dick,’ or that ‘Cherise’ would actually give me a good time if I called that phone number.

The next thing that pinged as weird in my mind was the fact that, even after the guy stopped washing his hands, he didn’t leave. And neither did the other two.

Now, to be fair, this was the bathroom of a mixed rock concert - it was entirely reasonable to expect someone to be doing drugs in the bathroom. Or even selling drugs. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d seen it, both in my personal life and professionally. The Vaso blessedly didn’t have a nightclub, so it didn’t happen often, but every once in a while, someone got it in their head that we’d make a great spot to kick off their burgeoning drug slinging career. I’d personally busted three different dealers over the last few years - two slinging weed, which wasn’t that big a deal, and one slinging coke.