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Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

I didn’t see much. I heard shouting and glass breaking like beer bottles were being thrown. I splashed my face in the sink and wiped it with a towel because I couldn’t think of anything else to do.

Two other guys came out of the stalls to stand next to me by the sinks, listening to the sounds of the chaos coming through the door. One of them was Ernie/Raid. The other was a guy not much taller than me, with a shaved head and thick eyeliner all the way around his eyes, probably one of the homocore guys. They both looked terrified. “Oh fuck I’m on probation already,” Ernie said, and the other one looked too scared to speak. Something about his stricken look reminded me of that guy we’d rescued from Megaton.