Heading into the restroom to take pity on his aching bladder, Santiago scowled when he saw that he was not alone. Not that that was an issue, normally, but that fellow over there was breaking the universal Rule of the Urinals--he'd parked himself right there in the middle of a three-urinal set-up! Granted, the man was probably drunk and not really in a frame of mine fit for adhering to certain male etiquette norms, but it was still fucking annoying.
Oh well. The man would just have to deal with the discomfort of brushing shoulders--and practically brushing dicks--because Santiago's bladder was not open to negotiations and waiting.
Sidling up to the urinal right of the man, Santiago unzipped, whipped it out, and released.
"Lovely day today, isn't it?" he said over the sound of piss, flashing a grin over at the guy. "Ahhh. That's three beers, right there."
If the guy was gonna disobey the rules, then Santiago wasn't going to make it easy for him.