"Inside a long trench coat?" Luna suggested and then spotted the patron at the other end of the bar trying to get his attention. She gestured with her drink. "You're required," she said, and moved to stand up (being careful not to put a heel through the gossamer skirt). "I might come get another one of these though."
She was heading for a small table she could see on the other side of the room when someone heading for the door failed to see her - or didn't care - and bumped past with a strong shoulder. She didn't think the immortal even noticed the collision, but for Luna it was hard enough that the hand holding her glass was thrown forward, and almost the entire drink spilled over a man sitting nearby.
"Oh my god!" Luna said, quickly yanking napkins out of the holder on his table. "I am so sorry!" Her first instinct was to drop down onto her knees and start trying to dry the man off, but fortunately she realized that she didn't even know this guy and that would be a very bad look.