Mackenzie does a shower speedrun

Sure, it freaked her out that she came so close to giving that person a show... but Mackenzie just couldn't get one little notion out of her head. No matter how close she just was to being seen, she still most likely hadn't failed her test. All things considered, this was turning out to be a fairly mundane affair, at least compared to her usual adventures. So what if a curtain was left open? The crazy stuff that usually happens to me eats left-open curtains for breakfast! thought Mackenzie.

She really wanted to call it quits early, but it just didn't feel right to throw in the towel after such a small incident. Aborting the test would just leave her worrying for the whole rest of the vacation. Constantly looking over her shoulder while wondering when her outfit might fall apart was a monkey Mackenzie would love to get off her back.

At the thought of throwing in the theoretical towel, Mackenzie peeked through the curtain to make sure her physical towel was still hanging there, and it thankfully was.

With that confirmed, Mackenzie re-shut the curtain tight against the wall, and gave up making excuses. I've already come this far, so why would I quit the test now?

Mackenzie gulped and hopped back under the water, opting to just bust through the shower as fast as possible.

For the next couple minutes, the redhead was a whirlwind of conditioner, soap, hot steamy water, and naked flesh. She grumbled to herself all the while, saying things like, "This test better work..." and, "Ugghhh, why didn't I just do a quick riiiiinse..." and, "It's not like I even needed a shower! A change would've been enough..." That last one was particularly frustrating, since almost all of the puke had been on her clothes, so she was just showering the same clean body she showered this morning before leaving her home.

Mackenzie jumped when she heard another person enter the bathroom and then one of the toilet stalls. She nervously checked, double checked, and triple checked that the curtain was still in place. Once she confirmed, double confirmed, and triple confirmed that her shower stall was still fully closed, Mackenzie spun around to rinse the last bit of soap off of her back.

At that exact moment, the boat must've hit a particularly large wave, because suddenly the whole shower lurched forward.

Mackenzie lost her footing on the slippery floor, and fell forward hard. She screamed, holding out her hands in hopes that she could hang onto the curtain and not go slip n' sliding out into the middle of the bathroom.