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This was probably a really bad idea. Objectively, Noah knew that. The possibility of getting caught and getting their asses kicked was pretty high, and if that happened, they were gonna really deserve it. Unfortunately, the rational part of his brain had been outvoted by the hormonal part and by Al's encouragement. So here he was in the janitorial closet in the ladies' changing room.

He'd shuffled cleaning supplies around as quietly as he could to make enough space for two skinny teenagers to lurk, and had confirmed that cracking the door open allowed a narrow but promising field of vision. The crack between the hinges was likewise usable. When Al yanked the door open and scuttled in, Noah barely managed not to yelp like a girl himself, though he did jump a mile. "Close it quick," he hissed. "Not all the way, leave it a little open, you can see out that way."

Noah sorted through the supplies. He put the hand drill aside, whispering, "The door crack's fine and someone might notice a hole, last resort." The binoculars got an approving nod and a thumbs up, as did the ghetto picnic supplies. He blinked at the hand wipes, then turned red and didn't touch the package; the rest of the stuff got a curious look. "What's that for?"

"That's a good idea. Escape plan memorized, watch out for the one bench, the one that sorta sticks out," Noah nodded. He fidgeted. They were probably gonna get caught and get in so much s**t. Why had he agreed to this? Why had he agreed to help plan this? It might still be possible to escape without being seen. But then Al would think he was chicken, and that wasn't acceptable either.

"Um ... did you bring cards or something?"

"I only have like a couple of dollars, so I can't bet money." Puppy dog eyes. "Um, maybe food? For later?"

Noah hesitated. "I'm probably going to lose," he said, but collected his pile of "poker chips" anyway. "I'm kind of awful at poker, but okay. We'll hear if anyone comes in."

He studiously continued to ignore the implications of the extra supplies. Nope. Not going there.

Nevada sighed as she entered the bathroom. Thankfully, with portals up...albeit limitedly, it had allowed for some power to trickle to the smaller blessed things. Like showers. Showers were a blessed rarity found within trainee dorms. She had heard that full hunters got showers in their rooms but declined using any of them since she had only a couple of full hunter rooms.

So here she was at community showers, unaware that Al and his friend were creeping. Unaware that she might even putting a show on, tiredly stripping from her clothes. Her dress was pulled up and over, followed by the black tights. All neatly folded as her back faced the peep hole the boys made. She turned to unsnap her bra, reaching over.

Unlucky for the boys, Nevada's long hair covered any of the real goods as she stepped up to the shower, turning the faucet and letting the water run till it warmed.

She was also humming thoughtfully.