A Towel

Rinsing the last remnants of soap off your back, you stepped away from the shower, and raised the lever to cut the water. Standing in the warm closet space, you began eyeing around the room for a towel, locating a single towel along the back wall. You walked a few steps over, stepping over a fallen bottle of detergent, before seizing the towel in your hands. You slowly, and methodically dried yourself off, beginning to look towards the door. To your surprise, the spare clothes that had been resting on a small shelf next to the door were now gone. You began looking around the room, as you finished drying off, beginning to get a bit anxious. Without the spare clothes, the only thing effective to cover yourself with in the room was the towel you had used to dry off. Everything else was either unwieldy, too small, or just in no way useful as clothes. Even looking at the rack of rags in the corner, you could tell they each were only slightly bigger than the palm of your hand.

You sighed, and wrapped the towel around your waist. It was obvious that someone had stolen the clothes, and you had a good idea of who. Olivia had likely been looking for some sort of an oppurtunity, and hadn't found one on account of your drastic increase in guard knowing her regular habit of pranking all the new employees within a month of hiring. But today she had evidently gone into the closet, and stolen your cover. As such, this left you with limited options to scrounge around the office for something to wear.

You decided that the best move would be to find your way to your office, and maybe try to ask around for some actual clothes. The thought of one of your coworkers seeing you with nothing but a small towel that barely met at your waist made you blush a bit, but you tried to remain calm. Reasoning that a towel was still technically more decent than being seen in one’s underwear, in a roundabout sense, you made your way towards the door, and creaked it open.

Looking both ways down the hall confirmed no other people were in the hall, meaning now might be your best shot. You quickly stepped into the hall, abandoning the room. Each step was a small, silent slap against carpeted floor, and you felt a cold breeze of air blow across your body, raising your awareness of just how close to exposed you were. A short, cautious turn around the corner confirmed you had the homestretch to your office clear, so you quickly began to speed-walk towards your safety.

“Hey John, in here. I need you, like right now.” You heard Bonnie call out from her office, the door slightly ajar. You groaned, before looking towards the door annoyed. Bonnie tended to be pretty demanding about getting help on the spot, believing that waiting on you to fix something at your convenience was loss of productivity on her own part. You had doubt that she might accept your state of undress as an excuse. If anything, you had a nagging suspicion she might become even more demanding to prolong the situation.

You decided to just dip out. Speed was key, and the less you said the better.

“I can’t right now. Got things to do. I’ll be back to do it in a few.” You said, hoping your promise to help again in a few minutes would get you out scot-free. Unfortunately, your answer didn’t seem to satisfy, as Bonnie could be heard getting up from her chair.

A few seconds later, Bonnie emerged from her office wearing a Green T-Shirt, and lightly-colored jeans. She had her hair tied behind her back in a ponytail, and crossed her arms while looking at you sternly.

“Nope. This can be handled quick. What did you do with my game? The one I let you borrow? I needed it back yesterday.” Bonnie went into a daze for a moment, looking down steadily. “...What happened to your clothes?” She asked, raising an eyebrow with a smirk.

You blushed, realizing that you’d delayed on your promise to return the game another day. Bonnie had let it slide yesterday, but insisted today would be different if you didn’t bring her game back. The game itself wasn’t all that appealing, but you’d grown attached to a few aspects of the story too much, and parting ways with the game had become difficult. “My bad. I left it at the house. Tomorrow for sure. Oh, and I ink stained all my clothes, so Angel offered to wash them for me. Someone took the spare clothes in the closet with the shower, so all I have left is this towel.”

Bonnie frowned for a moment, crossing her arms tightly. “But you said you’d give the game back today! My sister wanted to borrow it, and she leaves back tomorrow night!” Bonnie accused, obviously greatly annoyed. She rolled her eyes for a moment, leaving you a little sheepish. You hadn’t meant to actually upset Bonnie, and you began feeling at least a bit guilty.

“Listen, I’ll definitely give it back. Tomorrow for sure. Absolutely. Hell, take some collateral of your own, that way I won’t forget.” You suggested, trying to make things right.

Bonnie eyes you for a moment, a smile rising to her lips. “Collateral? Like something of yours?” Bonnie asked.

You nodded. “Yeah. Like my bag, or my laptop, or maybe my chair. Something hard to forget I don’t have, so I’ll remember tomorrow.” You explained, relieved Bonnie seemed to like your idea.