The girls look for a way to dry their clothes

(chapter originally by Phantom Pen on writing.com)

Both girls gave cries of shock as they were completely soaked by the upended drink, thankfully masked by the cries of the audience. So, while they were soaked and uncomfortable, they at least weren't being shushed and glared at.

"Ugh, gross!" Ann whined, shuddering from the shock of the cold drink.

"We need to get cleaned up." Makoto muttered, climbing out of her seat.

Ann nodded and quickly followed Makoto's lead. The drenched duo slipped out of the auditorium and made a beeline for the women's bathroom across the hall. They earned a few stares, being something of a spectacle dripping with soda like they were. The pair simply did their best to ignore it all as they stepped into the relative privacy of the bathroom.

"Did you have to get dark soda?" Makoto said as she grimaced at the sight of herself in the mirror. "This is going to stain! How do we even begin to clean this up?"

Ann, after a subtle sparkle of her earrings, quickly grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head.

"Ann!" Makoto exclaimed. "What are you doing?!"

"You said it yourself. It's going to stain if we don't do something, right?" Ann explained as she tossed her shirt in the nearest sink. "Our best bet is to rinse out everything that got hit and dry them off."

"Ann." Makoto said, her voice exasperated. "EVERYTHING got hit!"

"So we rinse everything." Ann shot back, though a blush still came to her cheeks. "C'mon, Makoto, we're in the bathroom. It's the safest place we can be, and we can just hide in a stall if we think anybody's coming."

Ann continued to strip as she argued her case, her skirt, socks, bra, and even her panties all eventually joining her shirt in the sink. Makoto couldn't help but blush as her friend stood in front of her stark naked and apparently not bothered by Makoto seeing her.

"Come on, Makoto. The longer you wait the worse the mess is gonna be to clean." Ann said, tapping her foot impatiently.