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Ronnie runs to the first stall she sees, dropping to her knees, and projectile vomiting everything and anything into the toilet, with Steve doing the exact same thing in the stall next to hers.
"Yeah, just get it all out." Robin suggests, leaning against the sink counter, cringing at the sound of her friends throwing up.
Flushing every few seconds, after filling the toilet. Ronnie finally lets out a sigh of relief, picking herself off of the toilet, leaning against the wall, with her legs sprawled out in front of her.
"The ceiling stopped spinning for me. Is it still spinning for you?" Ronnie speaks up, wiping her mouth.
She hears Steve take a deep breath before answering. "Holy shit. No."
"You think you guys puked it all up?" Robin asks, making her way over to Ronnie, sitting in front of her stall.
"Maybe. Ask me something." Ronnie suggests. "Interrogate me." She adds, imitating a Russian accent, hearing Steve chuckle from the stall next door.
"Okay. Interrogate you. Sure." Steve accepts. "Um... When was the last time you, uh, peed your pants?"
"Today. Well, almost." Ronnie answers dryly, coming to the realization and remembering what happened.
"What?" Steve and Robin asks in unison, very surprised.
"When the Russian doctor took out the bone saw. I thought he was gonna cut my pinky off." Ronnie explained, hearing Steve laugh at he response, making herself laugh too.
"Oh my God. Yeah, it's definitely still in her system." Steve teases, with the three of them laughing.
"All right, my turn." Ronnie insist, hearing an 'okay,' from Steve.
Ronnie pauses, tucking her hair behind her ear, and purses her lips before asking.
"Have you... ever been in love?" Biting the inside of her cheek, knowing what his answer would be, but also wishing he would say no.
"Yep. Nancy Wheeler."
"The perfect, Nancy Wheeler." Ronnie comments, teasing her old friend.
"First semester, senior year." Steve adds, imitating a gun shot noise, and Ronnie chuckles.
"She's such a priss." Robin jumps in.
"Turns out, not really." Ronnie defends her friend truthfully.
"Are you still in love with Nancy?" Robin asks, looking over at Ronnie, sending her a wink.
She narrowed her eyes at her, unsure what game she was up to.
"You know, I found someone else who is better for me. It's crazy." Steve starts.
There were a million things in her head. Hell, a million girls that she thought Steve could be talking out, and her name was the last person she could ever think he would say. Overthinking it, coming to a slight realization that he was talking about Robin. They hang out a lot, and Robin is a catch.
