Short’s drawstring caught in the elevator doors

“Huh?” Carrie looked down just in time to see the end of her shorts’ drawstring fly out of its hole and up to the elevator’s ceiling. It had gotten caught in the closing doors! Without the crucial string in place, her already loose pyjama bottoms were now hanging so low that the black waistband of her underwear had come into view. “Shit,” Carrie muttered as she resigned to having to be constantly readjusting her shorts for the next hour.

"Oh lordie." Offering her friend the common courtesy, Penny turned to face the wall of the lift so as to protect Carrie's modesty. "That's not a great start, is it?" She mumbled softly. "I'm not looking, by the way, don't worry." The woman knew better than to throw stones from a glass house, considering her own shorts had the potential to be just as fragile in the wrong situation.

As she adjusted her own failing shorts, Carrie looked onto Penny’s own clothes with envy. Everything was form fitting and tight to the skin, but perhaps a bit too tight. Penny’s shirt almost seemed to be fraying at the seams from a combination of old age and her growth over the years. Her shorts looked as though they were suffering the same fate, stretched so tightly across the redhead’s curvaceous behind that Carrie was not only able to tell that there was a coin in her pocket, but that it was a quarter. Now feeling somewhat better about her situation, Carrie finished making herself decent as she heard the ding of the elevator, indicating that they had reached the lobby.