Hey now. What was contained in that bathroom was all wrinkles and sag and liver spotted, twisted up into the sort of kama sutra that many seventy-five to ninety year olds in an assisted living facility would pay good money to see. Edna's hair resembled Einstein. She broke away from her lady conquest and gave Val the stink eye. After this, she had half a mind to bake all these pervy drunk kids a big cake. She was in a big cake bakin' mood. Aww yeah!
"Wait's yer turn!" A trembly old hand slapped at the door to shut it, lock or not. "M'almosts dun."
Off to the side, Tony was holding his hands up like he was being held at gun point. No way was he looking in there. He'd like to have sex again. Someday. When the after-burn of that image finally left his retinas alone. He was glad he finally got to meet Val, but not under these circumstances.
"Hi. Tried to warn you," Tony said with a giggle. Yes, he giggled. Not only was it a nervous habit that he laughed at inopportune times, but he really did that when he was about fifty sheets to the wind. "Kinda makes you wanna puke in your mouth a little bit. Anyway, hi, and Pep had a late meeting or whatever. Did we ever get around to swimming? Was I wasted when we did it?"
Anything else was better about thinking about what was around the corner, inside that bathroom. Including drunk pool parties.