if one door shuts (open)

EVERYBODY NEEDS A SECOND CHANCE

Alistaire enjoyed a communal bath as much as the next gent. But, it was neither his intention nor his desire to stay in there all day long like some kind of pampered pet. This was absolutely no day spa. He was reminded of that when he looked at the white subway tile stretching across every surface in the shower room. It was a slightly nicer version of the locker room showers. He closed his eyes, a towel wrapped around his waist as he meandered to the changing area. He walked to the benches and whipped the towel off of his body.

After a few minutes of unfolding and such, he was pulling up a pair slacks. He zippered and buttoned. No need for a belt because everything fit just right. He chuckled to himself, hearing guys arguing about girls in the background as he sat down once again. He began to dry his hair now. Slowly massaging the water out of his mane and closing his eyes as he did so. It felt better when someone else did this for him. He couldn't necessarily keep a maid in school, unfortunately.

"Hiring a student to be said maid..." Alistaire raised an eyebrow, looking to the ceiling. He thought of all the useful things a creature like that could do for him. He held his chin for a moment. She'd have to be female and basically one step above a prostitute. He snorted through his nose. It wasn't like he was actually going to pay someone to do things for him. He gave a shrug, deciding to think on it later. He heard wet footsteps approaching the changing room and let his eyes travel to the source of the noise without much movement otherwise.

"Ali!" He was yelled for and the dark haired boy turned to look at one of the seniors he'd been acquainted with. "When's the party?" He asked and Alistaire smiled after giving the half-naked boy a once over. Alistaire turned back around and rolled his eyes. His 'tea parties' were at the same time, every week and this screw up couldn't remember that much.

"Ten o'clock, so don't be late, if you're coming. My room gets packed quickly." The junior said, throwing on a t-shirt himself finally.

"I'm counting on it. I hope it's like a subway at rush hour. I had tits rubbing against me everywhere." The senior commented, making wild gestures with his hands while Alistaire's expression was that of boredom. He blinked, jogging himself out of a sudden snooze. Christ, he was boring. There was more to life than unintentional feels being copped. He didn't have the balls he was born with. Destined to be someone's rapist in the midst of a law degree at Harvard, probably. How excruciatingly painful it was to know that this person was only ranked higher than him because of the timing involved in his parents' copulation. And, what a messy embarrassment that must have been. Should've pulled out.

"I'll see you later, Ali!" The senior offered as he headed out to the doors. He dressed quicker than the dark haired boy but his clothes were a wreck. Alistaire liked to look presentable at all times. He wasn't obsessive about it but he took his time while doing anything. When the junior was finally dressed, he looked into his locker to replace a few of his bathing supplies and saw a note. It was barely folded. He frowned. It was just a slip of paper. Did no one invest in stationary anymore? He groaned, picking up the paper, unfolding it and staring at the contents.

Alistaire's eyes widened. He brought the paper closer and closer to his face as he read faster and faster. A sexually explicit love letter from someone who wished to remain anonymous. She or he, he blinked, looking around to see if anyone else was occupying the locker rooms. He looked back to the note. The handwriting was kind of girlish. He began to blink again at the note and then, standing up, stuffed it into his pocket. Whoever they were, they were interesting. They sounded like maid material to him. He deduced with a wry smile.