The Private Collection - LOT B - (The Bathroom At The Bar)

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Welcome, Obsidian Covenant member.

I appreciate you joining me here after hours to take home some items from my private collection.

Come, have a seat and join me for a drink.

This bottle, that glass you are about to sip from, and the coaster on which that glass sits are all mementos from one of my favorite places in town.

In fact, it's just up the street.

You should pay them a visit sometime.

Although, no matter when you go,

somehow it's always

last call.

This one's called the bathroom at the bar.

This particular night of drinking with the guys was solid.

Not amazing, not life-changing, but solid.

Unfortunately, I had to use the restroom.

I scooched out of my middle seat at the booth, you know, that awkward little shuffle where everyone beside you has to get out first so you can escape.

My body language was appropriately apologetic.

I emerged, crossed the crowded floor, busier than usual for bar Louise, I have to say, and made my way to the men's room.

I must have been halfway through with my business at the urinal when I heard the sound stop.

It was immediate.

That hum, the choir of voices outside the door, music, staccato conversations, shouting, hellos, and goodbyes, goodbyes and nonsense.

It was all gone.

I washed my hands and stepped back out onto the floor.

It was empty.

Completely fucking empty.

The drinks, the food, the scattered chairs and arrangements were still there.

But the people?

nowhere to be found.

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