Rory got out, stood, and wobbled slightly. “Shit, I’m such a lightweight.” He then turned and made his way towards the bathroom, the men laughing about something behind him.
A heavy hand landed on his shoulder, stopping his forward motion. “Ror, you’re going the wrong way.”
Rory looked over his shoulder to see Zane smiling at him. “Oh, uh.” He looked around and blushed. “Shit!”
“Come on, I’ll go to the bathroom with you.” Zane slung an arm around Rory’s shoulders and turned him around. “Could do with a piss myself.” 5
The men’s bathroom was old-fashioned but clean. After turning a corner, you had the choice of three stalls on the right or a galvanized metal trough on the left.
“Stall or urinal?” Zane asked.
“Just need to piss.” And the more he thought about it, the more urgent the need became. Having sobered up some, Rory broke free of Zane and stepped up to the trough, pulling down his zipper, and fishing out his junk.