Standing against the wall of the Campbell Apartment wearing my Wallace dress tartan meant that no one noticed me at all.
The patterns aren't exactly the same, but the reds and blacks blend together like a fine whisky, and even the pearl deckled waitresses didn't notice me as they swooshed by in their long black dresses.
I had been waiting at the bathroom door for nearly ten minutes and was about to go upstairs to the other restroom when I heard the lock. The door opened slowly and a pretty blonde face looked out through the crack.
"It's clear," she whispered, before the two of them stumbled out into the foyer. His shirt was poorly tucked in, and her lipstick had been freshly applied. They looked like teenagers crawling out if the backseat of dad's Oldsmobile. Just as they turned back into the bar the young man noticed my quiet form leaning against the wall, and shook his head.
"Now that," he said to his date, with a pointed finger, "would have made things a whole lot easier."