Aleksandra Makarov ❅ Maržanna (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} pavornocturnus) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} paxletalelogs, |
She grabbed the napkins, blotting at the white blouse and hoping that nothing was becoming too visible. There had not been a wet t-shirt contest advertised, and Juliet was not willing to start one. Adjusting her cloak, she pulled it over her chest in order to hide the stain, her cheeks just as blotted with red as her shirt was with alcohol.
"I'm fine, it's fine, I'm so sorry, I'm...I'm just going to go to the ladies' room for a moment. Just a moment. I'm so sorry, I...I'll...I'll be right back!" She turned away for a moment, then turned back to face Nathaniel as though waiting for him to sanction her decision. But just as quickly, she was off again, moving through the people as best she could, one hand keeping her cloak held together over the mess she'd made of her dress. For a moment, she was blocked by a large man in what looked like a Stay Puft Man costume a la Ghost Busters, but she finally managed to move around him and disappear from sight toward the women's restroom.