Gotta Pee, Gotta Pee

          "Gotta pee, gotta pee," Rosalie muttered to herself on repeat in order to keep herself distracted as she stumbled through the pitch black hallway. Cold, pale hands pressed against the left side of the walkway; feeling along it in search of a door handle leading to relief. Slender fingers brushed against the smooth, chrome handle of the first handle eventually; resulting in a break in her stream of continuous words. Replacing the repetitious words with a singular utterance of the word one before resuming her chant. An already swift pace quickening even more at the whispered number.

          "And two!" She exclaimed much louder than intended as her fingers connected with the desired door handle; words ringing through the empty hallway. Fumbling with the knob for what seemed like ages resulted in a string of expletives being spoken by Rosalie. The door finally giving way to her frantic attempts to open it, allowing the poor girl to enter the chilly bathroom that was illuminated by a singular, colour shifting night light near the middle of the room.

          Dark brown eyes adjusted to the light slowly as she stumbled forward; mumbling a curse at her current intoxicated state. Bumbling through the necessary steps to rid herself of her pants temporarily as she headed in the direction of the toilet. Plopping down on to the padded chair, Rosalie let out of a sigh of relief as she achieved her goal.