Disappointed and rambling and eventually... bored

Mackenzie mentally prepared herself to be teased and prodded and possibly even pressured into humiliating herself to get her suitcase back. If her past encounters with other tease-happy humiliators were any indication, she had to be prepared for the worst.

With one arm over her bra, her breath held, her shirt clinging to her curves, and her body half turned away, Mackenzie stepped out of the bathroom stall with all three women staring at her.

Mackenzie immediately noted how much younger they were. She was well over the hump of her mid twenties, but these three couldn't be more than nineteen or twenty themselves. That certainly explained all the painful zoomer lingo.

Milly stood over by the door and had a bob of brunette hair. Harmony and Heather both had medium length blonde hair with matching streaks on their right side, Harmony's was pink and Heather's was blue. They didn't look like twins, but their hairstyles and fashion certainly made it plausible. They each wore typical vacationer casual-wear, although Harmony and Heather's ensembles were much pinker than Milly's. They almost looked ready to audition to be one of the plastics in Mean Girls.

Milly looked disinterested and fed up with her friends, while the other two initially looked very excited for Mackenzie to come out. Although, that changed as soon as she actually was out. Their demeanor immediately morphed into sheer disappointment.

Harmony said, "Oh, double-you-tee-eff man. I thought you were..." She looked at Heather, who cut her off.

"We thought you were..." continued Heather somewhat melodramatically, but sounding genuinely distraught.

Milly jumped in to stop the theatrics and cut to the chase, "They thought you were, like, naked or something, y'know?"

Mackenzie's eyes widened in surprise. Her eyebrows were curled in concern at where this was headed.

Harmony said, "Yeah. We were huddled out here wondering why you weren't coming out..."

The pair of blondes each spoke right after the other without skipping a beat. Heather added, "You were high key giving seriously super duper sus streaker vibes. Like:" she continued in an exaggerated, mocking tone, "Oh-Em-Gee my suitcase is in the next stall, please don't strand me here strangers! That would be just awful!... Psssssst! Please, strand me! Strand me!"

Harmony concurred, "You were defo giving boomer gooner exhibitionist. You lose your crap..." Harmony emphasized the word 'lose' with finger quotes then whispered, "(AKA give it to us)," then continued, "...and before we know it you're streaking the halls and creaming your way back to your fwicking woom."

Heather continued, "Yuppers, Harm was all: 'she's a total chopped unc up to pervert activities' and I was like: 'Bet. She's doing a dare or some shi-'. And then you came ou-"

Harmony interrupted, "I do not sound like that. Plus, your memory is cooked. Also, ew." She pointed accusingly at Mackenzie's body. "Did you totally scromit all over yourself or what?"

Mackenzie switched to hovering her hands, not over her bra that was clearly visible through her see-through top, but over the stain that still decorated a large portion of her stomach and lap. She tried to get a word in, but these chatterboxes didn't leave a beat open for anyone to interject.

Heather answered for Mackenzie, "Yuck! Were you the one who blew chunks in the hallway? Big yikes." Then she rolled right into rambling story time. "Personally, did you know, I don't get, like, seasick, y'know. My 'rents told me that we've so totally got, like, seafarer's genes. Supposedly, my great grandpa twice removed was like, a pirate or something. He was dripped out in a gold beard and totally rizzed up my great grandma while they sailed the seven seas or something. I'll have to Facetime them about it later to get the deets."

Harmony looked at her like she was crazy and said, "Yeeeeeeah... Maybe they'll let you commandeer the poop deck... Sheeeesh! Don't let me hear anything else about calling any parents! Or else Milly and me will so totally toss you overboard! We're supposed to be taking a vacation from our lives back home, not like, low key reminiscing or something. Two weeks of touching grass, please."

Heather retorted, "Not a lot of grass on a boat!"

Milly cleared her throat and sternly asked, "You guys done yapping?"

Mackenzie inched toward her suitcase timidly, only half paying attention to their chattering and understanding even less than that. She expected the blonde hyenas to turn this situation for the worse any moment now, so she was really tempted to just snatch her luggage. If she waited too long, they might have Mackenzie compare underwear with her suitcase or make her strip and streak the halls to earn it or maybe they'd even grab her and give her a classic movie-style swirly. Mackenzie's mind ran rampant with horrific visions of classic bully shenanigans these two could get up to any moment now...

Harmony looked to Heather, who looked to Harmony. They both looked back at Milly by the door, then forward at Mackenzie by the toilets. They both shrugged.

In unison, they both announced, "Bored now."

Harmony set Mackenzie's purse on top of the suitcase, then rolled it toward Mackenzie as they slinked toward the exit. "Ta ta, for now!" she proclaimed.

As the trio exited the bathroom, Heather called back, "Call us when you're really streaking!"

And so, Mackenzie was left alone in the bathroom again, totally surprised and relieved to have all of her clothes intact.

As the bathroom door slowly closed, Mackenzie could hear that the trio, who were well on their way down the hallway, were already back on the subject of Milly impressing the pool boy.