I didn’t protest because him coming with me meant more time with him. Once I left tomorrow, all this would just be a beautiful dream. I had to make the most of our time together. Even if that included a trip to the bathroom.
The bar we were in was in Fremont. The building was old, it was rustic, and it had charm. It also only had two toilets. We got in line, me leaning against the wall for support, Landon standing close to me.
He took every opportunity to touch me. And if I knew one thing, it was that I wanted to be with him tonight. No more fears, no more excuses. My ten-year plan was on hold until tomorrow.
“Is that Sandy and Danny?” I yelled, the adrenaline shooting through my body making me stand up straight.
“Who?” Landon asked, his gaze going to where I was pointing.
“Over there. They look just like them. It’s my favorite movie of all time. I always wanted to dress up as Sandy. Can we go over there and ask where they got their costumes from?”
Landon grinned and shook his head. “Sure. Let’s go ask them.”
Turned out they’d had the costumes for a while and didn’t even buy them in Vegas. They’d come for an audition, but they didn’t get the part.
The disappointment must have been evident on my face, because Landon pulled his wallet out and looked inside. “I’ll give you three hundred dollars if you change outfits with us.”
The Sandy and Danny look-alikes thought about it for 2.5 seconds before nodding. “Deal.”
And that was how I found myself in a toilet with two strangers and Landon. It sounded weirder than it was. All we did was strip to our underwear and change clothes.
Okay, maybe it was a little weird.
But my dream of dressing up like Sandy had finally come true. It didn’t matter that my hair wasn’t blonde. Or that I needed Landon’s help to get into the tight black leather pants. Or that the fake Sandy and Danny propositioned us.
Because Landon looked amazing in a black leather jacket.
“You look just like Danny,” I gushed when he finally folded his tall frame into the leather jacket that was at least a size too small.
“Is it my dance moves that remind you of him or the fact that we’re both male?” he deadpanned.
I nudged him. “What’s with the negativity?”
“Sorry. I meant to say how much I feel like Danny in this getup,” he said, smirking at me.
I grinned. “That’s more like it. Now let’s find a place that does karaoke.”
“Hell no. I’m not singing. No.”
Fake Danny and Sandy were fully dressed and thankfully left without making this situation any weirder. After everyone left me in the toilet, I took care of business, needing more time than anticipated since I couldn’t do the pants up again.
In the end I had to give up and stick my head out the door with my pants down around my knees. “Landon, can you come back?” I yelled, hoping he’d hear me over the noise. He was leaning on the wall opposite the toilet, and as soon as the door opened, he looked my way.
He didn’t comment on my state, just helped me with my pants with only one raised eyebrow. Once I stumbled my way outside, Landon guided me back to the guys. They were still standing in the same spot at the bar.
Their eyes went wide when we came up next to them.
“What the fuck happened to you?” Mason asked, looking us up and down, then up again.
“We’re Sandy and Danny,” I announced, then spun in a circle. Bad idea, since my head started spinning and I lost focus. The lack of oxygen thanks to the tight pants didn’t help. I stumbled over my own feet but shouldn’t have worried.
Landon stopped me from banging against the bar by pulling me into his side. I settled in with a contented sigh, one arm going to his back underneath the jacket, the other resting on his abs.
“But why?” Clay asked, his beer still suspended halfway to his mouth.
“It’s my favorite movie,” I said.
“My favorite movie isBraveheart. You don’t see me dressed in a kilt with blue face paint,” Clay argued.
