Ah, victory. See? That wasn't so hard at all. Chanel grabs the silver bottle out of the sink. Her record glowed as well, so it makes sense she should take it. She should by all rights be looking in Mr. Berzelius' phone, or at least comment on what a bastard he was, indeed, but. She's a little distracted.

"Well. I've seen better."

She smirks, then, assessing a risk. They have a few minutes.It's fine. Chanel presses Mary Grace up against the sink, giving in and kissing her. Just for a moment. She'll separate and turn away, after that, like it never happened at all. Save more teacher couples, perhaps. But just for now.