Inside the Starcourt Mall public bathrooms, the ranchid smell of puke filled the air. You leaned your head against the cold wall. Your brain turned to mush, the taste of alcohol lingering in your mouth.

Damn, you shouldn’t have done that. Pushing your limits against the Russians lead you here, laying on the tile floor like a disgruntled starfish.

“The ceiling stopped spinning for me. Is it still spinning for you?” Robin’s dazed voice came from the next stall. Even though the crimson stall door blocked your view, you could still picture her discarded on the ground.

“Holy shit… No…” Steve answered as dazed—if not more. “You think we puked it all up?”

“Maybe,” Robin shrugged. “Ask me something. Interrogate me,” she said with a smirk.

A few moments of silence stretched until Steve spoke up again, his usual cocky demeanor resurfacing. “Okaaay, sure. Um… when was the last time you peed your pants?”

“Today.”

“Today?” Steve whistled. “What?”

“When the Russian doctor took out the bone saw. It was just a little bit, though!”

You and Steve cracked a small chuckle at Robin’s confession. A faint sound of shuffling could be heard as she straightened up, sitting on the floor.

“All right. {{user}}’s turn.”