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"Not a problem lass, and yes indeed, give us a shout if ya need anything else"

Grayson wandered off to the restroom, deciding to drain his bladder while he was close by. The door slid open and Grayson's eyes were blinded by the sheer glare of the light reflecting off the polished steel... everything. He took a minute to let his eyes adjust, and took a better look around than when he'd poked his head in earlier. Three stalls sat directly across from him, to his left a couple shallow sinks, and beyond them, at the far end of the room, stood another line of stalls, noticeably wider. Through the slightly ajar middle door, he could see a small bench, and at the back of the stall, the sliding glass door of a shower.

[i]'Spacious'[/i] He thought [i]'Definitely takin' a closer look at them later'[/i]

Getting back to the task at hand, Grayson made for the rightmost stall, took care of business, and headed back, stopping just long enough to run some water over his hands. As he passed by Amy's room, he heard a muffled shout of [i]'Motherfuckers!'[/i]

He paused. Thinking it best to check in, he tapped lightly on the door.
"Alright there mate?"