Run to the restrooms

You make a break to the side of the dance floor. Towards the restroom.

Pushing open the door, grateful to not see a greeter and make your way to the sink where your throw cold water on your face.

Looking into the mirror you see your mascara has run down your cheeks a little. You close your eyes and weep a little.

"Stupid. Stupid little shit you are!" You angrily shout to yourself, and that's when you hear a flush behind you. You cough and clear your throat, and looking through the mirror you see the cubicle door open.