Night 48: Men's Bathrooms (M1-M40)
[From here.]
All righty. Time to strip down in the dark and hope nothing stabbed him while he wasn't looking. He shouldn't be as comfortable with this as he was, but really. Murderous, dingy psycho ward bathroom, New York alleyway? Same difference. Both held equal chances of being attacked by blood thirsty cockroaches of unusual size.
Before anything else, Peter made absolutely certain that he was alone. He dipped his flashlight under the sinks, under every stall, every corner, and even around the ceiling. As someone who spent a lot of time sneaking up on people from ceilings, Peter was well aware of the importance of looking up. Not a lot of people were.
Satisfied, he swung open the nearest stall and clambered in, hastily slipping into the spandex (or as hastily as one could slip into spandex, even with his unprecedented experience). The patient uniform was unceremoniously stuffed into the pillowcase. Peter regarded it for a moment. Did he really need to carry a pair of sweat pants around all night?
Survey said no. Not only would it alert everyone outside to the fact that he just changed and therefore make it easier to remember that a certain twiggy boy was also seen carrying a pillow case into the bathroom, but he wasn't planning on picking anything up tonight. It wasn't like he'd go naked tomorrow without it, they had extras.
Thus there was a pillow case surprise waiting for the next person to ransack the bathrooms, shoved neat and tidy behind the toilet. Peter exited the stall as silently as he came, doing one final sweep of the room before moving to the door.
To the doctor's it was.
[To here.]
All righty. Time to strip down in the dark and hope nothing stabbed him while he wasn't looking. He shouldn't be as comfortable with this as he was, but really. Murderous, dingy psycho ward bathroom, New York alleyway? Same difference. Both held equal chances of being attacked by blood thirsty cockroaches of unusual size.
Before anything else, Peter made absolutely certain that he was alone. He dipped his flashlight under the sinks, under every stall, every corner, and even around the ceiling. As someone who spent a lot of time sneaking up on people from ceilings, Peter was well aware of the importance of looking up. Not a lot of people were.
Satisfied, he swung open the nearest stall and clambered in, hastily slipping into the spandex (or as hastily as one could slip into spandex, even with his unprecedented experience). The patient uniform was unceremoniously stuffed into the pillowcase. Peter regarded it for a moment. Did he really need to carry a pair of sweat pants around all night?
Survey said no. Not only would it alert everyone outside to the fact that he just changed and therefore make it easier to remember that a certain twiggy boy was also seen carrying a pillow case into the bathroom, but he wasn't planning on picking anything up tonight. It wasn't like he'd go naked tomorrow without it, they had extras.
Thus there was a pillow case surprise waiting for the next person to ransack the bathrooms, shoved neat and tidy behind the toilet. Peter exited the stall as silently as he came, doing one final sweep of the room before moving to the door.
To the doctor's it was.
[To here.]