Therefore, I deem it is time for a new snippet! This bit takes place as Lucia and Travis are trying to discreetly exit a Staff Only area of the casino with two very wounded Shifters:
The guys emerge from the Staff Only door in groups of three, with Bratton supported between Travis and Collins while Dalton and Diehl support Snyder. I'm a half dozen feet away when a maintenance employee approaches pushing a large, wheeled trash barrel. She frowns at the unusual looking group exiting the restricted area and her hand drifts toward the walkie-talkie clipped to her belt.
"Guys!" I shout, plastering a silly grin on my face. "That's not where the bathroom is!"
The maintenance woman watches me suspiciously but her hand pauses, hovering over the walkie.
Travis giggles, picking up on my cue. "That's not where the bathroom is," he repeats, slurring his words slightly and punching Bratton in the arm. The rest of the guys catch on and start laughing, each doing his best to appear intoxicated.
I walk up and hand out the beers then turn back to the maintenance woman shaking my head. "Too many cervezas!" I tell her, laughing and twirling my finger at my temple in what I hope is the international sign for loco.
She glances at the men again then gives me a weary smile that says 'stupid tourists' in perfect English. The guys stagger away from the door and she gives the enormous trash barrel a shove, resuming her duties.
I move up to walk alongside Travis. "I don't suppose you guys took the time to wipe the blood off the floor?"
"Nope!" he says cheerfully with a goofy grin that may or may not be part of the drunken act.
"Then I suggest we pick up the pace," I reply. "If that woman sees any of the blood, she won't believe we're a bunch of drunken tourists for a second."
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