They'd been locked up for about a half an hour when Joe jumped up suddenly, causing Natalie to stumble forward from the wall. He dragged her halfway across the room with him until he reached the utility sink.

"Ow! Damn it, Joe!" Natalie found her way to her feet and leaned down to rub her shins. "That fucking hurt."

"I'm sorry, but there's a sink." Joe said, turning it on so that the water streamed out of it.

"Obviously."

"So, there's water."

"I'm still leaning toward 'obviously.'"

"I haven't had water in hours." Joe yanked her hand into the utility sink with his as he cupped his hands to together to drink the water. "Do you want some?"

Natalie watched him with a wrinkled nose. "That sink is so dirty."

"I forgot that you only drink water when it comes in a bottle and with a 280,000 percent markup."

"The way that God intended."

"There's soap, too." Joe pointed out. "I might be able to clean up a bit."

Natalie perked up at that. Anything to help the smell. "Yes, let's get your clothes off and get you a whore's bath."

Joe smirked. "You just miss seeing me naked."

"We had sex the other day, remember?" Natalie scoffed.

"How am I going to get my shirt off?"

"Just rip it off. It's like a $5 undershirt." Natalie put her hand on one side of the v-neck of the shirt and Joe grabbed the other.

Together, they pulled until the shirt tore down the middle, then Natalie worked at ripping the sleeves, dragging his hand along with hers, so Joe could ease out of the stained, foul-smelling shirt.

"You said you didn't miss me, yet here you are ripping my clothes off." Joe smirked.

Natalie snorted, dropping the pieces of the shirt to the floor. "You're an ass."

Joe lathered his arms with the yellow soap from the pump dispenser. It didn't smell great, but it certainly smelled better than he did. Natalie helped him rub some soap on his chest and stomach. Without thinking, Joe vigorously splashed water on his arms and chest to rinse it off, pulling Natalie's arm into the sink with him and dousing the side of her with water.

Natalie shrieked in annoyance at her half-soaked shirt. "Could you maybe warn me next time before you go splashing around like you're the main attraction at Sea World?"

"Sorry." Joe was laughing and sounded anything but apologetic.

Natalie swiped some of the water from the sink and flung it into Joe's face. His jaw dropped in shock, and he threw water back at her, aiming it for her curls.

"Oh, you are going to regret that."

They continued to throw water back and forth at each other, shrieking and laughing, until Joe slipped backward on some of the water and crashed to the floor, with Natalie falling on top of him and landing on his chest.

"Ow. Fuck." Joe grunted.

Natalie was trying not to giggle. "I told you that you'd regret it."

"You're just trying to get on top of me."

Natalie quickly climbed off of him. "Don't flatter yourself."

"Do you want to help me wash what's under the boxers?" Joe waggled his eyebrows at her.

Natalie rolled her eyes.

"I think you can reach your own dick, Beer Can."