"I HAVE TO PEE."

David said, trying not to panic. "Oooookay, well, like, go pee then?" Shyann said with a raised eyebrow.

David rushed out of his seat and tried to look nonchalant as best he could as he darted through the arcade and it's patrons to reach the bathroom.

The restrooms consisted of four unisex, single-capacity facilities. All four were were locked with a little "occupied" in greed above their doorknobs. David didn't need to guess which door was Laylah's, a periwinkle string lay trapped under the door to the one second from the right. David waited what felt like an eternity, but was actually more like 2 minutes.

He heard a muffled flush from the other side, and David braced himself for Laylah to walk out with a periwinkle shirt and panties. He faintly heard the faucet inside come on. "Well, at least she remembered to wash her hands..." David thought

Finally, Laylah opened the door. David nearly exploded with relief that her Dress was still intact, if not an inch shorter. Good enough.

"Oh, hey Dave." Laylah said with a smile that told him she was blissfully unaware of her situation, "Gotta pee too?"

"Laylah. Your dress." David said, pointing down to the thread dangling from the bottom of the garment.

"Oh, shit." Laylah said, not nearly as concerned as she probably should be. She reached down, took the string in one of her hands about 5 inches down, and snapped it with the other hand. She then proceeded to tie the free string into a knot, enough to stop the knitted garment from unravelling anymore.

"There, that oughta stop that." Laylah said, nodding at her work and looking up at David, "Man that coulda gone really bad, huh?"

"Yeah, Laylah, it really could have." David said, relieved but also annoyed.

"Shame about the dress. Guess you could say I got it half-off!" Laylah joked.

"That's a good one Laylah." David said, unimpressed, "You gunna be good?"

"Yeah! Honestly, I think it looks better now. She said, turning and looking at her now much more exposed legs, "Kinda sexy!"

"You look like you're about to go clubbing." David admonished.

"Oh, pipe down, DAD, I'm fine." Laylah said, holding her nose up as she pushed past him and began walking back to the table.

"Hmph, well as long as the embarrassment stops here." David said, pushing the now vacant bathroom's door open, he had to keep up appearances, making such a show of telling Shyann and Ross he had to piss.

He stepped into the brown-tiled bathroom. He didn't actually have to pee so he opted instead to just look in the mirror for a minute. Dark hair? Check. Clean shave? Check. Long but dashing nose? Check. He nodded and began adjusting the rolled-up sleeves of his black button up shirt to make sure they still looked good. He fixed up the way his shirt was tucked into his jeans next and as he looked down, something caught his eye off to the side.

Between the sink and toilet, on the ground in a crumpled, forgotten heap...

... were a pair of black and white striped panties.