CHAPTER FORTY ONE

She turned the corner as Mitch had shown her, leaning heavily against the first door on her left. Tegwen stumbled into the bathroom and over to the counter. She reached up to turn on the faucet but threw up unexpectedly into the sink. "Whoa," she groaned. Good God, what the hell? Slowly, she lifted her head to look at her reflection in the mirror. "That wasn't much fun." Another urge to purge sneaked up on her just as suddenly as the first and she threw up again.

Tegwen moaned, resting her elbows on the counter and lowering her head. She was beginning to have long overdue misgivings about all the drinks she'd enjoyed earlier. Now it didn't seem quite so fun.

The bathroom door swung open again, Steelbeak taking two steps in. He stopped abruptly, seeing a gorgeous rear-end and shapely legs attached to someone hunched over at the sink. A flush washed his cheeks as he quickly checked the sign on the door he was holding open. For a moment there, he wondered if he'd made the egregious social blunder of walking into the ladies room. Nope. Definitely the men's room.

"'Ey dere," Steelbeak gently told the pretty piece of tail. "Ya know dis is de men's' room."

"Yeah?" Tegwen replied weakly, unable to raise her head. "Howso?"

He blinked. That wasn't the right reply, nor the one he even expected. "Uh -- de sign on de door says so?"

Steelbeak expected her to hightail it out of there, to be humiliated or at the very least apologize for her mistake.

She snorted, then burst into giggles.

"So what's a pretty li'l t'ing like you doin' in a men's restroom like dis?"

Emptying my stomach involuntarily, Tegwen thought. She lifted her head just enough to see the reflection of part of the guy flirting with her. She could only see up to his chest. De-light-ful! "I'm, uh, justhangin' out. You're a nice tall drink o' vodka, arentcha?"

Steelbeak blinked in shock, taking a tiny step back. He smirked. He was used to women asking him out, even proposing to him. But this girl, the pleasant surprise waiting for him in the men's restroom, had made a pass at him.
That's a first, I think! Certainly she was so hammered that she couldn't tell her hands from her feet, but that pick-up line had to count for something. "Ya need some help, dere?"

Tegwen quickly shooed him back with a hand. "I'm reliving my last few meals. In reverse, and in technicolor."

He looked away, not feeling like losing any of his prior meals in such a violent way by seeing what she'd left behind. "Ah -- I t'ink maybe I'll stay back he --"

Tegwen glanced up from the sink, attempting to fix her hair.



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