Miss: Um, could you take us to the bathroom?

"Hey, how about you two lick the popcorn oil off each other's faces," you tell Luna and Kath.

Luna looks at you in confusion. "Huh?"

Kath just snickers. "How about we just rub our faces on your shirt?" she says. "Actually, there's something you could do. There's a crazy line for the restroom. Could you get us into the men's?"

"Um, okay," you say. "Who needs to go?"

"Me," Luna says.

Kath checks with Jennifer and Tara.

Jennifer nods. Tara says, "Let's just get it done. Now's better than later."

Looks like it's everybody.

The five of you get up and troop down the theater aisle to the exit and the lobby. Like Kath said, the sold-out benefit showing for young women's athletics meant that there was a line out the door for the women's restroom. Like a poorly planned pop music concert, except instead of concert tees, the women have sports uniforms on. There's another line of women waiting for the unisex handicap bathroom.

"Yeah, I see," you say. "Let me scout the men's room."

Empty. You find the TEMPORARILY CLOSED FOR CLEANING sign. Motioning the girls in, you set up the sign and join them inside. It's the usual sort of place with floor and walls tiled up to waist level. It's a U-shaped room with urinals on one arm of the U, stalls on the other arm, and sinks at the base of the U.

Jennifer sighs. "I was afraid we'd have to take turns peeing in the alley," she said. "Good bet, Kath."

"Yeah, thanks Kath," Tara says.

Kath laughs. "Thank the man of action," she says. "Thanks Joe."

"Yeah, thanks Joe," Luna says. She squirms a little.

"I've got an idea how you can thank me," you say.