The other most uncomfortable part of the whole exercise (and probably the more embarrassing) was the bathroom issue. Yes, there was of course, a bathroom. The problem was they whoever they were chained to would have to come with them every time they need to go to the toilet (hopefully not the middle of the night). And every time they go to take a shower and get dressed (right, like they were really gonna get dressed in the bedroom, which they would share with five other people, and had a camera sending footage to the internet 24 hours a day).
"Jas and I are first in the shower!" Zac announced.
He practically dragged Jasmine towards the bathroom.
"Don't you dare use up all the hot water." Libby warned. "If you do I swear I'll kill you."
Zac grinned wickedly at her and walked in the bathroom (Jasmine, of course, following). Taylor gave Libby a look.
"Well, thank you. Thank you so much." He said. "Now there's no chance of there being any hot water."
"Well, you know, this particular heating system, if he does, you can just wait about fifteen to thirty minutes and there'll be hot water again." Deanna pointed out calmly.
"Really? Good."
"Hey listen you." Libby said.
"Oh, so now you want to talk to me?" Isaac asked.
"I don't want you touching me or watching me. In there or out here."
"Don't worry Libby, this is you we're talking about. I wouldn't even be tempted."
Libby stared at him for a moment. Trying to figure out whether she'd been insulted or complimented or what.
"Well, good."
Isaac rolled his eyes while Taylor hid a smile and Deanna shot him a look of sympathy. A little later, Zac and Jasmine came out of the bathroom. Libby took the opportunity to lead Isaac in before Taylor and Deanna could move.
"You know, this whole shower thing his kinda, I don't know, suss? I mean, c'mon, you both just came out there with wet hair. Now for all we know, you guys could have gone in there and showered together, instead of like, one standing outside the door while the other showers." Taylor commented.
Zac looked at him for a moment. Then he turned to Deanna.
"So, Deanna, I think someone should warn you that Taylor wants to do just that. Shower together with you. And I'll warn you now, in case you hadn't noticed before, it's a small shower."
"And you know this how?" Taylor asked, with a teasing grin. "And I have no intention of doing any such thing."
"Ever? At all?" Zac grinned.
"Well, no... but I don't see how that's any of your business."
But he was blushing.