Connected (F1 Story)

Chapter Five: Cover Up

Based on some true experiences, please don't judge me (obviously not the 20K bit)

Really hope you aren't finding it too boring so far!

"I don't feel very well," Lizzie told me, sitting down on the lid of the toilet with the door wide open. Thankfully she'd already been for a wee and had washed her hands after a bit of an argument. I had thrown in the towel. Literally.

"Do you need water?" I offered, inspecting my reflection in the mirror and wiping the mascara away from under my eyes. And nose. How did it get on my nose?

"I want my bed. And Paul. I want to be in bed with Paul."

"Well he's not allowed in the female toilets. If you want to see him, we've got to go back downstairs," I explained calmly, still with the thoughts of twenty-thousand missing pounds racing through my head. I needed to speak to Daniel urgently.

Fuck, if someone had stolen it then that put his whole account at risk. And identity. If they had our address, then the bastards could be burgling our apartment right this second. Oh no, oh no, oh no.

"Can you help me...I'm stuck." Green tried to stand up but fell back on the toilet, banging her head on the wall. A few seconds later it hit Lizzie that the knock did actually hurt.

"Jesus Christ, what were you and Paul drinking?"

"We were doing shots. Joe too," she said, as if I was a fool. Which I was. Twenty-thousand pounds though...

"Of course," I sighed, and managed to move her out of the cubicle. She wasn't helping at all; she was dragging her feet for starters. "Lizzie, you actually do have to walk..."

"I can't."

"Right, I'm getting Daniel..."

"He shouted at me last time I was like this." Which was last week. And because she passed out on the floor of our apartment, and then managed to dribble extensively on Dan's favourite trainers. They had to be washed and they will not be the same again.

Leaving my friend propped up against the sink I ran over to the balcony of the building and looked to the veranda a floor below.

The boys were chatting a metre or so in front of the railing I was resting on, with Paul somewhat slumped on his chair. I could hear him laughing dramatically after the other three men had stopped. Delayed reactions at their finest.

As if by magic, Joe's head turned in my direction and he spotted me looking shit scared. Lizzie was talking to herself.

"Can you get Daniel, please?" I shouted down, getting looks from other people sat on the terrace of the bar. It was hard to be heard over the music and, if someone else wanted wanted to go for a wee, then we were screwed. Like always.

Daniel immediately got up and made his way over to where the staircase was. I breathed a sigh of relief knowing I would have his help.

"Lizzie!" I raised my voice, watching her head fall between her knees as she now rested on the bin. "Sit up!"

"Feeling a bit sick, Saskia. Give me a moment..." her voice dipped and I was met with Daniel who was hovering outside the ladies', his breathing heavy from legging it.

"I don't wanna get arrested by coming in," Dan hindered, peering at Lizzie. He was petrified. "Is she stable enough?"

"I can hear you, you know!" Lizzie bit back, miraculously standing up and tittering over to me. "I am...fine."

"Are you?" Daniel asked sternly, folding his arms against his chest so his shirt crinkled. He had taken a good few steps away from Lizzie.

"Yup. I'm going back downstairs." Lizzie walked (okay, it wasn't exactly a walk, more of a very slow meander) back towards the stairs and I moved out of the female toilets, much to Dan's relief. He was looking a tad awkward opposite the dispensing machine.