We headed into a hallway that branched off into a side entrance and bathrooms, but the rubble blocking the door and the lack of water in the bathrooms left little purpose for the area beyond being a quieter spot, away from the party. Lisa signaled, and Senegal moved to stand guard at the entrance.
Nice, got a bit of a calm spot here.
The hallway now held only Minor, Lisa, me and the rescued girl, along with two small groups of younger people. There was a couple making out at the far end of the hallway, getting hot and heavy, oblivious to their audience. Nearer to us, in the alcove that led to the out-of-order bathrooms, there was a trio of teenagers that were so plastered with drink that they couldn’t sit upright. Empty bottles were scattered around them. It was as much privacy as we’d get.
Honestly, it’s more than I’d expect you to be able to find.
And hey, you’re lucky enough that neither group seems to be paying attention.
Minor put the girl down, and she immediately shrank back, getting her feet under her as if ready to bolt.
Again, completely understandable.
“You’re safe,” Lisa assured her. “We’re not doing anything to you.”
I wouldn’t blame her for not believing this, but let’s hope she does.
The girl wiped at her eye with the back of one hand, smearing thick eyeshadow and eyeliner across her temple. “But-”
“She’s right,” Minor spoke, standing, “You’re as safe as you’re gonna get for the next little while.”
I suppose it does help that she’s hearing this from both the big scary guy and the girl following him around.
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