Amber
At 10:10 that night I went into the first floor women's restroom. I heard retching which echoed, as would anything. It then stopped.
"Omygod," someone whispered from a stall.
"Brittany?" I asked: "that you?"
"Um yeah. Amber?"
"Yeah. How're you doing?"
"Still sick."
"Well...there's still some pizza left, in the. auditorium," I offered.
"Thanks but. I'm not hungry. What time is it?"
I stepped into the restroom.
"About 10:10," I answered.
"Damn. Which means...I've been here for about an hour. Mandy checked on me earlier. She's been there. Here. Er. Where I am."
I nodded: "yeah me too. I'm trying to lose also."
"So how'd the auditions go?"
"Ok, they're done."
"Oh. How're you?"
"Ok a bit dizzy."
"Yeah me too."
I sank back against the wall opposite the sinks.
The restroom was cold and, other than us, empty.
At which point Santana came in. I looked up when she entered.
"Hey girl," I said.
"Hey you want some wine?"
"Yeah I could use it after the day I've had, thanks. Starting to turn into a long night too."
She handed me a bottle and sat down next to me.
"Sure. It has been a long day," she said.
"Looks like wer'e not gettin out of here anytime soon."
"Brittany in here?"
"Yeah."
"Um I'm in here," came Brittany's voice.
"Hey I got some wine if you want it," Santana told her.
"Ok."