Prompt: Character A and B are walking through a somewhat busy city at night. Character A has needed to pee for the longest time, but no matter where they go, they can’t seem to find a place that’s a) still open and b) has an available bathroom to use.
Character A, who’s usually stoic and reserved, is growing more and more frantic with every passing minute, muttering curses under their breath whenever they think they’ve found somewhere, but were disappointed yet again. They’re not very open or vocal about their desperation, but Character B can tell from their labored breathing and strained facial expression that it’s getting bad.
At some point, Character B can’t handle the secondhand stress anymore, so they grab Character A by the sleeve of their jacket and drag them into a semi-secluded alley, telling them to pee on a wall while they keep watch for random pedestrians or cops walking past. At first, Character A looks at them with a shocked expression, eyes wide, and for a short moment, Character B worries they’ve accidentally offended them with their, admittedly brash suggestion.
They’re about to take it all back, when, all of sudden, Character A lets out a horrified gasp, eyes squeezing shut as they grab their crotch without warning. Before Character B can be surprised about this uncharastically overt display of pure desperation, the light grey fabric around their fist grows a shade darker, liquid seeping through the gaps of their fingers and visibly dripping onto the concrete below.
Character B looks them up and down, frozen in place after realizing that, holy shit they knew they had to go, but didn’t think it was enough for them to wet themself.
Fortunately, Character A manages to snap out of their own panicked daze, fumbles to get their pants undone, and turns on their heel to face the wall, all in a single desperate motion. As soon as their clothes are out of the way, they start peeing right away, and maybe they haven’t ever stopped since that first leak.
Character B has never even seen them even remotely desperate before that evening, and all they can do now is watch in awe as Character A continues to release the contents of their very full bladder in a thick, hard yet, struggling to stand upright and keep a steady aim because they’re actually shivering.
“We don’t talk about this,” is the only thing Character A says as they stagger back out onto the main road with a jacket tied around their waist, Character B following behind. It’s dark outside but with the streetlights on, Character B can still see a small blush tainting their cheeks. They’re a bit wobbly on their feet, but all of their facial features are relaxed, making them look much more at ease than they usually are, even on an empty bladder. It’s kind of a funny thought.
“I won’t tell anyone, I promise,” Character B replies, smiling, “You okay now?”
“Yeah,” Character A says, breathless, and then, in a quieter voice, “Thanks.”
“Don’t sweat it,” Character B chuckles, “We’ve all been there at some point.”