53- Blood on the water

Syd yanks open the office door and bellows "Where the fuck is the bouncer and the first aid I asked for??!!!" just as the bouncer came around the corner. He got a face full of Syd in all her furious glory and he didn't drop the basin full of water. He did take a step back, which meant that once again, Syd won.

"Bout time you got back! I'm gonna get a lawyer and sue your ass for withholding medical care and kidnapping and leaving the scene of an accident! I can't believe the nerve you have leaving her like that when she was passed out! She could choked on vomit and DIED!!!!!" Syd grabbed the basin and sloshed water all down the front of the bouncer. It looked like he had been peed on by a very large dog.
"And you! What good are you??? Standing around stealing girls for the back room and leaving them to bleed to death on the couch! Did you rape her too??? She'll be getting a though exam at the ER!!! And you'll be sorry!!!" She came over to me with the bit of water left in the basin and set it on my lap. There was a clean cloth floating in it and I wrung it out and gingerly began wiping at my face. Of course I didn't have a mirror, so I couldn't be certain I was getting it all, but I worked at getting as much off as I could. Syd continued to harangue the two men who just stood there speechless. I had seen her do this before.

"Okay, I think I got it all." Syd stopped and looked at me. "Yeah, you got most of it. Give me the rag." She dabbed at my temple and deemed me fit for company if I had a cover stick. I didn't.

"Well, I guess we'll be going," I said as I stood up slowly. I looked around for my shoes and the White Suit handed them to me. I didn't see him pick them up before, but I figured I was distracted.
"Yeah, we're going and you'll hear from our lawyer and probably the cops about the kidnapping charges!" Syd spat out as she went first through the door. I carried my shoes thinking that flat feet were better for now. I turned to say thanks to White Suit as Syd grabbed my arm and bum-rushed me back into the club.
We dodged chairs and tables and drunks and made it out to the street in seconds. Nigel was leaning against the wall talking to some girl in a red spandex halter dress. Cait was no where to be seen.
"Syd, where's Cait?"

Syd looked around.

"Nigel!!!!! You had ONE JOB!!!! Where the fuck is Cait???"