Leave for the bar

You follow the group out to the street and begin walking towards the bar. The cold night air quickly makes you regret not having visited the restroom first.

You slip one arm out of the sleeve of your overcoat and use your hand to discretely hold yourself as you walk.

The others talked in animated voices as the group walks, and you do your best to join in from time to time.

The bar is warm, cozy, loud and very busy. Most of the tables are full, but Melissa spots a free table in the corner and ushers the group over to it.

As soon as everyone takes their seats, a waiter comes over to take drink orders. The waiter goes around the group, coming to you last. You feel a bit uncomfortable, as you're not familiar with the bar or with visiting bars in general. That you need to pee extremely badly isn't helping either.

"I'll have the same thing as her," you say, pointing to Melissa.

"Sounds good, I'll be right out with those," the waiter says as he walks back towards the bar.