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Awesome.

Des walks us to a door, pushing it open with his body, and then he muscles us into a fancy little bathroom.

The Bargainer sets me down. “I’ll be right outside.”

“Wait.” I catch his arm. “Will you stay in here with me?”

Des tilts his head. “There’s no distance with you, is there?” he says. His eyes are totally laughing at me.

“That’s a yes, isn’t it?”

He sighs. “Can’t deny you anything.”

Yay!

“Okay, face the door,” I say, while I move to the toilet. “I don’t want you to seeanything.”

“Heaven forbid I catch sight of my mate’s pussy—”

“Des!”

He lifts his hands. “I’m facing the door. Want me to plug my ears too?”

Yes? No? Maybe? “Plug one of them.”

Now I definitely hear him laugh.

Once I’m sure he’s not looking and only half listening, I lift my filmy skirt and begin to sit—

I let out a very unladylike screech as my ass misses the toilet and I sprawl out on the floor next to it. My skirts are around my head, my unmentionables exposed.

Des turns around. I’ll give him this—he doesn’t laugh, though I’m sure it’s taking everything in him not to.

“Cherub.” He comes over and helps me up, then properly sets me on the toilet. He brushes my hair back. “What happened?”

Alcohol happened. That’s what.

I cover my face. “I’m so embarrassed.”

The Bargainer removes my hands, kissing my knuckles. “At least you didn’t start peeing.”

I might’ve.

“Oh. Comment redacted then.”

I fuckinghateaelerium liquor.

By the timeThe Bathroom Incident that We’ll Never Talk about Again is behind us, the liquor has worn off somewhat.

Des makes a disbelieving noise at the back of his throat.

Alright, it’s worn off just a little.

“So little that science doesn’t yet have the tools to quantify such a miniscule measurement,” Des says.

“Pssh. Why do you have to be so witty all the time?”

He begins to answer when I cover his mouth with my hands.