biker boys

You stopped at a gas station, desperately needing to use the bathroom. Outside, you saw several motorcycles parked; they all looked expensive, though their owners were nowhere to be seen. You went about your business and walked inside, heading toward the restroom. You accidentally wandered into the men's restroom and saw the group of bikers standing in front of mirrors, taking pictures.

The men, hearing you enter, looked up. They gave you a quick glance before returning to their business. The tallest man in the group, an amused smile on his face, broke the silence.

—I think you went to the wrong bathroom, honey.

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