"I'm sorry?" I asked, rather politely, thinking I had offended him in some way. After all, I was paying close attention.

"Nothing, just...the company doesn't want new employees to know about the room, so, forget you heard about it," he said, with a paranoid, afraid tinge in his voice.

I shook my head, took the cap, and pinned my badge on. He took off, and I stood by the cashier, Theo. That's when she showed up. A drunken, hot mess, of a redbearded women with a dainty toddler girl crying next to her.

"Would you just shut up? It's bad enough that bastard of a husband forced me to do this, but now I have to listen to you cry about how you need to go?! Just go, you stupid brat!" the women shouted, quite obviously inebriated and oblivious to the fact multiple parents were already staring at her. The girl swallowed her sobs and ran off to the corner of the dining room, and snuggled up against it. The woman sat down next to a burly, late twenties man. He was obviously there for a girl's sibling or child. She immediately started flirting with him, while her daughter was still uncontrollably sobbing in the corner. I sighed, and sat down on an empty table. I took in the scene of the gang singing and playing to the kids, Chica dancing with some of the kids, and overall a happy, boisterous scene. Sad that I needed a pick-me-up after that woman. I suddenly felt a tug at my shirt. The little girl was almost done crying, and she was wiggling her hips and pulling on my shirt.

"I need to g-o-o-o-o mister, where is the bathroom?" she said in a sweet, innocent manner. How anyone could think that she was anything but a darling upset me.

I was nervous, though. Not only did it look weird for a security guard to take a little girl to the bathroom, but if my mom found out she'd freak. Or even worse, my aunt. She wouldn't support me. But I knew that woman wouldn't help her. I couldn't just ignore her.

"Can you go by yourself like the big girl you are?" I said, in a calm manner to keep from upsetting her.

"I'm scared," she said with a whimper, almost making me melt. If it had been any other situation, I'd march her to the royal highness's bathroom, but I didn't want to look strange or lose my aunt's support.

I sighed, but realized it would be very insensitive and immoral to ignore this poor girl. So, I stood up and smiled.

"Okay, sure," I said, with a flat base. I didn't want to sound excited, or happy, that I was taking a little girl to the bathroom. I actually wasn't, I don't minding obliging, but I don't like it.

"Thank you, mister," she said sweetly, and started to silently, and slowly, skip behind me, and then she slowed down, and reached for my hand, and I jerked it away.

It was a reaction, but immediately regretted it. She look like she had killed someone, and she looked like she was going to burst into tears, and with a heavy heart, and a really bad feeling, put my hand down out my side and let her grab it. As we got close to the bathroom, her steps started to hesitate more, and finally she let go of my hand, and I looked at her. Her sweet, cheekily round face, had distorted into a near sob. I didn't get it at first but then understood. She was truly terrified of going in there alone. But it was time to draw a line.

"I'm sorry little one, but I can't go in there with you, but I promise I will be right outside if you need me, okay?" I said, as calmly as I could.

"Okay...do you promise?" she said so sweetly that it could outrank chocolate in my opinion.

"Pinky," I said, waving my pink finger to emphasize.

She went in, opened the stall, and I stood outside. Strange, how anyone would want to hurt children. I really feel disgusted by the thought that people would think I'd follow in the footsteps of my dad. I feel even more disgusted at that woman. It wasn't right that I had to do this. This poor girl...she wasn't deserving of that abusive trash. I heard a flush, and some light steps, and she was back, trying to hold my hand again, and me trying harshly not to appear afraid of that. I took her back to the dining room, she let go of my hand, and I sat back at my empty table. Then the younger staff on duty, not a guard, mind you, walked up to me, with a stupid snarky smirk on his face, and knew I wasn't going to hear the end of helping a sweet, innocent girl.