"Are you okay?" Amelia Cobb stood outside the bathroom stall and asked loudly to Sandra Smith inside.
Since there was no response for a while, Amelia knocked on the door: "Sandra, you didn't fall asleep in the toilet, did you?"
"If you're asleep, I'm going to call Antony Brown to come and take you home."
"No way," Sandra, who had been drowsy on the toilet, instantly sobered up.
The name Antony Brown had become her reflex.
"Then come out," Amelia said impatiently.
The bar bathroom was filled with people coming and going. The smell of urine mixed with vomit and cigarettes was indeed not very pleasant.
Sandra staggered out of the bathroom, and Amelia caught her before giving a disgusted look and flushing the toilet Sandra had just used.
"You're really something. You're enjoying what Christopher Robinson has never experienced."
Sandra waved her hand: "Don't mention men, bad luck."
"Alright, alright, bad luck."
Amelia was helpless.
