[i][b]"I don't know who's who here, bruh. But I met this girl named Natalie, says her father is a board member for Morgan Stanley."[/b][/i] Tristien Naviscone urinated in a stall while his friend Randall Rothschild checked his face and hair in the mirror. [i][b]"Choose wisely, bro. We're ditching as soon as we lock in with the girls and going to my lakehouse."[/b][/i] Tristien snickered, zipping up and adjusting himself. [i][b]"You and Francisco do this every time you come to these?"[/b][/i]

[i][b]"Uh....yah."[/b][/i] Randall answered with a matter of fact tone. [i][b]"What else would I be here for?"[/b][/i]

Tristien strolled out the stall and wet his hands before lathering with soap. [i][b]"Network? I can meet a big wig CEO."[/b][/i] The West Indies native eyes glazed over the golden faucets and pristine condition of the bathroom. [i][b]"Look at this place, it's pouring with money. I get buddy buddy with the right man or woman. I'm innit."[/b][/i]

[i][b]"My parents are gross rich I can just have them--."[/b][/i]

[i][b]"I can do my own thing."[/b][/i] Tristien shot him a smirk in the mirror, while removing the lathered soap from his hands. [i][b]"Preciate it though, Randy."[/b][/i] Tristien left Randall alone in the bathroom and beelined for the main floor where he left Natalie. 

[i][b]"Tristien!"[/b][/i] Randall sniped, poking his head out the bathroom and wearing his golden mask. [i][b]"Put your mask back on."[/b][/i]

[i][b]"Oh yah man."[/b][/i] Tristien quickly returned his Epa mask onto his face and resumed to the main room.