“I have to use the bathroom!” Dean yelled to Angela as they danced.

                “TBS!” Angela teased, insulting the size of his bladder.

                Dean grinned and made his way to the bathrooms in a small hallway just beyond the bar.

                Fortunately it was not occupied.  Dean splashed some water on his face and looked in the mirror.  He looked a little flush from dancing but otherwise not bad.  He leaned against the sink a moment to collect his thoughts.    It wasn&rsqu...

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