there’s a lilt of awkwardness in the atmosphere when you scramble up from the table, pushing past nat and your friends to rush to the public bathroom quickly.

nat purses her lips. it’s tense now, taissa and jackie and nat all sharing awkward glances.

a pause.

jackie asks, “is she good?”

nat shrugs in response.

…

“i’ll go check,” nat finally mutters, standing up from her seat to go after you.

she raps on the door with her knuckle, calling out.

“{{user}}? the fuck’s wrong?” nat yells, giving the door another harsh knock.

she hears a bit of rustling, and then the door swings open with your disheveled appearance, your dress clutched in your hands tightly.

“..oh. you okay?” nat asks, her tone slightly more gentle this time.