Ella made her way quietly into the bathroom, deciding to make sure no one else was in the stalls before letting her guard down. Something in the air was giving her a bad vibe, and she had no clue what it might have been. A quick but thorough check under all of the stall doors ensured that the girl was alone, and, with a quick sigh of relief, she returned to one of cracked mirrors.

Thankfully, she had brought her makeup bag with her, in her purse. The bags under her eyes were starting to show up through her concealer, and her eyeliner was fading and her eyeshadow was looking oily. Disgusting. The impressive layout she normally used was suppressed to a few little light-beige containers and some perfume. She couldn't afford to contaminate any more of her belongings on the grimy arcade sink.

It wasn't like she was trying to impress Alex. She still pretty much hated him - he smoked, he drank a lot, and he always acted like he knew everything about everything. And he was an asshole - not that she could really bank on that one a whole lot. Rather, Ella had set a certain standard for herself that she wouldn't let fall, and so, that resulted in the frequent trips to the bathroom, which were rarely for what people thought bathrooms to be for.

Some cheering went on outside the bathroom door, muted by the thick wood. Ella assumed someone had beaten some kind of high-score. Then, the cheap little ringing noise of an opening door rung out behind the closed door. It was hard to hear it, but it was quiet enough after the cheering that Ella was sure that someone had left. 

[i]Shit...I hope he didn't leave. I need to call Parker on his phone if we're leaving.[/i]

The brunette quickly gathered her products, stuffing them haphazardly into her purse before washing her hands and yanking paper towels down from the big plastic dispenser. She used the towels to open the door and quickly discarded them on the floor behind her.

"Hey, Alex, where the hell are you-"

A dark figure leaned against the glass outside, smoke lazily drifting up from in front of his face. Her pace quickened, and she felt the fat guy's eyes burning holes into the back of her head as she pushed her way out into the frigid night air. As she emerged, she tried to look as if she had not just completely panicked.