After watching Davie swoon into his pile of chicken nuggets, Fiona decided to go clean the toilets.
She stalked into the women's restroom and pulled out the bucket of cleaning supplies. She took out the bottle of Lysol in the bucket and took a swig if it. Damn this is good. Mmhm. That's the stuff.
She sure did love her toilet sauce.
Aight, now time to sauce this toilet up.
She gracefully sauced the first toilet up, coating the bowl in icy, thick blue liquid that dripped languidly down into the toilet water, blue tendrils gently unfurling in clear liquid.
Beautiful her mind whispered. Let's do it again.
She took another tiny sip out of the blue bottle, savoring the sharp, pungent, chemical flavor, and then poured some into another toilet bowl. The same graceful effect happened.
She looked back at the previous potty; it was coated in a thin cerulean glaze of shimmering wetness.
Time to scrub. She picked up the toilet brush and began to scrub.
BAM
The door slammed open. Davie and Alina tumbled in, clothes, makeup and hair messy and smudged. Fiona cringed in horror as she saw that their mouthes and lips were interlocked into a saliva coated kiss. But she soon realized that things were only going to get worse once she saw how the two were dressed.
Fuck this.
Fiona ran screaming out of the bathroom.
It was too much, too disgusting. She couldn't stand seeing her two best friends do it while she was cleaning a toilet. She didn't care if she had just abandoned her minimum wage job, she just could not watch them bang.
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Meanwhile, Detective Davie and Alina were about to get down to business in the bathroom.
Or - they were until Davie realized there was one problem.
He quickly pulled out his phone and immediately started perusing WikiHow, desperately trying to find a quick and simple solution to his problem. His brow began to perspire. His breathing became quick and shallow. No-she can't know! No-she can't see! No-!
"Dude what are you looking up?"
"N-NOTHING! I SWEAR!"
"Yeah right, let me see that!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Alina lunged for the phone.
"LEMME SEE I BET ITS YOUR BOYFRIEND!"
"FOR THE LAST TIME IM NOT GAY!"
"LIES! I CAN READ YOUR MIND!"
"GIVE MY PHONE BACK!"
"NO!"
Davie crashed into Alina, knocking the platinum plated, diamond studded, gold accented, iPhone 1048389209238387420934873847289748378047204723747203472304 Damn You Won't Believe How Wide the Charger Port Is Plus into the freshly Lysoled toilet.
"BRUH THAT WAS BRAND NEW!"
"And I oop."
"IT COSTED ME $20349850294759803475872305723587839475932849024789274982374981643963728648713264871623874621738647812364781623784671236471236423680597489750893475982374809527045!"
"Dude I'll buy you a new one or something, I'm like a bajillionaire."
"Fine."
"Anyway, what were you looking at anyway hmm?"
Davie swore. Alina peeked over into the blue streaked toilet rim, the phone laying there in a benign fashion. She read the search engine term.
"How...how to sex?"
Davie screwed his eyes shut, waiting for a torrent of mocking cajoles and laughter be directed at him.
"Yeah."
"uh... Sorry Davie. That's kinda strange but whatevs man. You do you. And to be fair, Fiona doesn't pay attention in Sex Ed either. Said something about how wikipedia is better at describing human reproductive practices in depth."
"Thanks...kinda TMI though."
"Don't think too much about it. Fiona's a weirdo anyway."
"Yeah. Let's just go finish lunch."
They left the left the wet, blue, lysol streaked bathroom, and went back into the dining area of the restuarant to finish their lunch.
