Chapter Text
The line for the single stall restroom snakes down the hallway of the bustling convention center, a vibrant, chattering serpent of desperation. Gloria is wedged between Juliana and Penny, her body rigid with the effort of holding on. "So," she begins, her voice a little too bright, "did you see the announcement for the next tournament? I think Hop is finally going to-"
She cuts off with a sharp gasp, crossing her legs so tightly she nearly stumbles. Juliana shifts her weight from one foot to the other, a pained grimace on her face. "Gloria, maybe we could...not talk right now?"
Penny, usually the stoic one, has a beading of sweat on her upper lip. "Talking requires...concentration," she grits out. "Concentration I'm currently diverting."
"I know, I know," Gloria whispers frantically. "I'm just trying to distract myself."
It's a losing battle. The line doesn't move. The pressure becomes an unbearable, pulsing thing. They look at each other, a silent, shared understanding passing between them. Then, it happens. A faint, trickling sound, followed by another. A sigh of pure relief escapes Gloria's lips as warmth spreads down her legs.
The sight is a dam breaking. Juliana follows suit with a soft, shuddering moan, her own flood of warmth soaking through her jeans, the humiliation eclipsed by the sheer, overwhelming relief. Penny is last to surrender, a quiet sigh escaping her as the tension finally drains from her body. For a moment, they just stand there, three islands of spreading damp in the crowded hallway. Then, Gloria starts to laugh, a breathless, hiccupping giggle. Juliana joins in, and even Penny cracks a smile. The line finally shuffles forward. They don't care. They are soaked, shamed, and utterly, blissfully empty.
Maybe now they finally have some time to all properly bond.