Sherly smiled at Edwards, setting her glass down as she stood up. "I need to use the restroom real quick. I'll be right back," she said, her voice slightly louder to be heard over the booming music. Edwards nodded, watching as she weaved her way through the crowded club.
Sherly moved quickly, her steps light as she navigated the throngs of people lost in their own worlds of music and conversation. The alcohol was starting to hit her, and as it often did, it brought on the urgent need to relieve herself. She pushed open the door to the restroom, grateful to find an empty stall. She quickly took care of her business, feeling a sense of relief wash over her as she finished and stepped out to wash her hands.
