Emcee abruptly opens his eyes at the knock and the insistent voice.

"Oh, fuck," he mutters with a laugh, as he snatches his trousers off the floor and quickly steps into them.

That's the only real problem with doing it in a public bathroom, no time to bask.

"Just a minute!" he sings out. Grabbing some paper towels, he cleans himself up, and fixes his makeup in the mirror. He's a sweaty, tipsy mess, but a few swipes with a damp paper towel gets rid of the smudges.