Make a break for it...

With the brief respite, you sense the opportunity to go get your clothes on and get out of here. You stand up on shaky legs and start walking, slowly at first, and then confidently, towards the back of the locker room, where you know your clothes are waiting for you. You feel like you should wash off, but it would be a lot easier if you moved over to the girls locker room.

You make it to the locker alcove where your clothes are sitting on a bench…

“… y’know, we were just wondering why there was a set of girl’s clothes just sitting here on the bench, and a naked girl explains a lot,” the guy who says this appears to be some kind of… well you’d swear he was some kind of greaser, except that however weird a day it was, it was still the 21st century. There were four guys standing around.

“Haha… funny thing, yeah, I know. I kinda lost a bet y’see,” as you say this, you look down at yourself. You mostly just look soaked from the showers, no sign that you just been double-teamed by a couple of guys.

“Yeah, getting through the showers must’ve been a lot of fun for you, huh girly?”
The guy asks rhetorically.

“It was definitely a new experience, I can say that.”

You’ve been taking the opportunity while the you and the one guy chat to start putting clothes on, and the guy makes no immediate move to stop you. He’s a white guy, pretty fit, slicked back hair, white shirt, jeans, and a bomber jacket. This uniform that is copied almost identically with the other three guys, though one of them is a black guy, and one Hispanic.

“Well, we’re sorry we missed it, we like new experiences, eh guys…” the leader, who you decide to call Fonz, to general assent from his little crew.

You’re not really that concerned, because you’re pretty sure that if they were going to do something, they wouldn’t’ve waited until you had most of your clothes back on, and you now had on everything but your white button down.

Just then at the entrance to the locker room, you see Evette all dressed. She’s wearing a plaid skirt, with patches all over it, a white button down blouse, and a black zip-up hoodie, also with patches all over it. You wave over to her with a smile.

You can’t decide what game these guys are playing, whether you should wave Evette over, play friendly and figure that you’re safer with numbers, or just not involve Evette in this and tell her you’ll talk to her later.