She goes to the downstairs bathroom

Somehow she doubted Meg would appreciate her peeing outside or in the sink, so Veevee took a breath and went back to the bathroom where Vic was showering. She heard water running, so she knocked a little harder than she would.

"Vic, it's Veevee! Can I use the bathroom, please!?"

"Sure!" he called back. "Door's unlocked!"

She quickly came in. "Thank you so much!" She quickly lifted her skirt, pulled her panties down, and sat down. "Ooooh, sweet relief." Sheepishly she said, "Sorry about this."

Vic chuckled from the shower, the curtain hiding him save for a silhouette. "No problem at all. Too much to drink this morning?"

Veevee chuckled too. "Coffee. I seriously underestimated how much it'd hit me later." She couldn't help but glance at the glass separating them, silently both thankful and annoyed it was hiding his naked form from her eyes.

"Can't say I know about that. I never developed a taste for coffee," he explained. "Tea's more my drink of choice."

"Not being addicted to caffeine is a good thing," Veevee assured. She could feel herself finishing up. "How are you planning to survive those early mornings though?" She asked teasingly. "Doctors have long hours."

"I'm pretty good at getting up when I need to," he assured. "Plus I've always been pretty peppy."

"Good, that'll serve you well," Veevee said approvingly. When she finished, she put her clothes back and place. "Going to flush the toiler, Vic."

He turned the shower-head away from him. "Thanks for the warning. Go ahead, Veevee."

She flushed upon his go-ahead. "Thanks again, Vic. I hope this wasn't too uncomfortable."

"Not at all," he stated in a warm tone. "Oh! Damn it I forgot to get a towel. I just washed my hair and got water all in my face. Could you do me a big favor and grab one, Veevee."

"Heh, sure." Veevee grabbed a towel, but then a naughty realization hit her: He wouldn't be able to see if she decided to take a peek.