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Honestly, Adrian should have guessed something like this would happen to him. He wasn’t known for having the best luck so getting locked in a closet full of supplies and costumes with a full bladder wasn’t entirely shocking. The supply closet door was a bit testy and had a tendency to not only close by itself but to lock when the lock wasn’t even engaged.
“This is why we use the bathroom before we agree to run errands for anybody,” he sighed to himself. At least there were lights, though they were dinky and somewhat blocked by the racks of costumes and supplies. He’d banged on the door and shouted for help for ten minutes before giving up and sitting on the floor, no one would be able to hear him while young theater and the rest of the afterschool programs were happening. He pulled out his phone and called his manager Katie but received no answer, he sent her a text and scrolled through his phone for a distraction. Nothing held his attention for long though and soon he turned the device off.
“God I have to pee ,” he sighed again, squeezing his crotch. At least being trapped meant he could squirm without any prying eyes. He huffed and shuffled around on his bottom. He fiddled with the button on his jeans, considering undoing it before changing his mind. The last thing he needed was to be rescued while his bladder was full and his pants were undone. After twenty minutes he couldn’t take it anymore. He clambered up from the floor and began searching for something to go in.
He hopped from foot to foot with increasing frustration, every tub and container he pulled out had something in it that didn’t have somewhere else to go. He went back to the door and grabbed at the handle again, wailing when it stayed locked. In a last-ditch effort, he pulled out his phone to call for help again. The line rang for a few moments only to connect right before he lost hope.
“Hello?”
“Katie, hey, I’m locked in the supply closet! Would you come and open the door?”
“Is that where you are?” Katie laughed, “I thought you got caught up doing something else and I was gonna have to get the foam shapes myself.”
“No, I'm just trapped.”
“Alright hang tight, I’ll come rescue you.” The line disconnected but it was too late.
Adrian placed his phone on a nearby shelf as the dam broke. No matter how he squeezed his muscles or twisted his legs the stream continued. It soaked his legs and what wasn’t caught by his jeans ran into his shoes and puddled on the floor. He stumbled away from the mess on the floor when his stream tapered off.
“At least there’s already supplies in here,” he sniffled pulling down a roll of brown paper towels from a shelf. He ripped off a few sheets and used them to clean up his puddle and shoes, there was nothing to be done about his pants. The door swung open once he’d finished cleaning up, fresh air and light flooded in.
“Hey sorry, I came as fast as” Katie stopped, taking in the sight of Adrian’s darkened jeans and the pile of paper towels, “Oh honey.”
“It was an accident I swear!” Adrian cried.
“I know, I know it’s okay. Just come on out.” Katie beckoned him forward and out of the closet.
Adrian walked out, his head down and shoes squelching the whole time, “I got the shapes they’re in the bucket and I tried to clean up but there’s no trash can in here.”
Katie waved him off, “Don’t you worry about any of that, happens to the best of us. I’ll take care of it. Why don’t you just head home and get cleaned up, alright? Is there someone you can call or would you like to just stay in the office until end of day?”
“I can call someone.”
“Alright, you head on then,” she said, walking into the closet and grabbing the bucket of shapes to prop open the door.
“Katie,” Adrian said, glancing up, “You won’t tell anyone about this right?”
“Oh honey of course not, it was just an accident. You go home and we’ll try again tomorrow, okay?”
“Yeah, okay. See you tomorrow.”
“See you, kid.”
Adrian turned and headed for the office, doing his best to avoid being seen.