Erik heard the jumping and wondered what the hell was going on and then he looked up. Oh god. He looked up and saw Aarne perched up high resting on the stalls somehow jamming himself against the wall with those long legs of his. The Swede near fell into the toilet with fright.

"Herregud, Aarne! Vad fan!---"

All the curse words slipped from the guitarist's lips as he grabbed the toilet roll stuffing in front of his crotch, feeling his cheeks turn as red as a tomato. He had been found out by the Fin! Of course he had. Shit. The running and the urgency---it hadn't been missed. His heart hammering inside of his chest, he was wide-eyed and like a deer in the headlights. Weird and Mick were laughing but had left, not understanding what the Fin was saying.

"Nej, Robert... han----vi mår bra! Inget jävla, inte här. Vi är inte redo än."