" One of the stall doors swings open and a fortyish-year-old woman walks out tucking her shirt into her jeans. Her heavy lined eyes land on Seth. " This is the women's restroom." She points a finger to the door. " Can't you read?" " Can't you see that everyone in this club is about twenty years younger than you?" Seth retorts, turning to the mirror. With his pinkie, he messes with bangs. " Now if you'll excuse us, we're going to have some fun. "