Re: Under the Gazebo
As the glass shattered to the floor, the action startled her enough that she jumped back, completely eliminating any closeness. She stared down at the remnants of drink and glass for a moment before her eyes shot back up at him. Wide and scared and confused. "What pictures? What are you--." And then she remembered those posts of her out to dinner with Chris. Nell and Wren's questions about him. She groaned and rolled her eyes and flapped her arms a little bit in frustration.
"Adam, I didn't do anything to you. You're talking about those pictures of me out to dinner?" Draining her glass, she placed it on a nearby surface and then rounded on him again. "Shouldn't have thought I could stay...Adam, I'm not chea-- I could never-- I wouldn't ever do that! I don't whore myself around, goddammit!" People within the enclosed area were beginning to perk up a little, glance over at the scene, but MK couldn't care less. She was still staring at Adam, trying to figure out why he was doing this.