Second Floor Boy's Bathroom, Saturday afternoon

[laidanegg]

Richard J. Grayson, Esq woke up in the shower. "It was all just a dream," he said, remembering his fictional silly bout with amnesia and a nap in a church that clearly never happened. What kind of schmuck was named 'DJ' anyway? Not THIS kind of schmuck. Richard was a schmuck with money who all the women wanted and all the men wanted to be (and

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[ella_obeys]

Ella didn't expect anyone to be in the boy's bathroom, and, if anyone was, she'd claim an innocent mistake.

In truth, her reasons for going in were anything but innocent. She hoped someone had left some jewelry or electronic trinket, something of value, that she could pawn for drug money.

She crept into the bathroom as quietly as she could and cast a quick and practiced eye over the counters and floor. She might have even gotten away silently if she hadn't knocked over an entire row of shampoo bottles while trying to check behind them.

She froze at the clatter, hoping whoever was int he shower hadn't noticed.

[laidanegg]

"Who's there?" Richard asked, peeking out from the shower. Good, his jeans, which were really tight when he wore them that had his wallet in it with a lot of twenties were still there.

[ella_obeys]

"No one!" Ella assured the voice, recognizing it as Dick's. "I mean, it's Ella. I wanted to surprise you."

Her eyes had fallen on the jeans, and she was trying to figure out a way to get that wallet out of the pocket without him noticing.

[laidanegg]

Richard tied a towel around his waist and stepped out of the shower. "You succeeded," he said walking out towards Ella. "I wasn't expecting anyone to be in here, let alone a girl. Especially you." Dick's frown - which hid the pain of his past - turned into a slight smile. This was the greatest range of emotion he could manage.