Re: IN THE BATHROOM (Juliet)
Juliet turned back to the sink, absentmindedly grabbing another paper towel. Her left hand held the towel while her right turned on the facet, a quick stream of cool water jumping to attention at her beckoning. Wetting the towel, she returned to dabbing the large, yellowing spot on her starched shirt, which was quickly wrinkling under the distress from so many liquids. She couldn't go home, not yet, and only if she called a cab - Nathaniel had driven them both here, and it would be dreadfully bad manners to simply leave without any kind of notice. But her distress in appearing slovenly before her date kept her behind the defense and safety of the women's bathroom door.
"N-no," she repeated to Ariana's question, stalwart in the idea that she had only herself to blame for the accident of spilling a drink on her chaste and perfectly nice looking costume. It certainly stood out among the other patrons of this particular establishment, making Juliet think twice about having chosen to come here when she and Nate could have simply remained home, watching whatever marathon of horror films happened to be shown that evening. But it was much too late to reconsider her course of action, and with a flick of her wrist, she threw the sopping wet and used towel into the garbage can by her right.
"I...I spilled on myself. I t-think I had t-t-too much. I just...I don't know! I was so...flustered..." Whether she was trying to make sense or not was a mystery to Juliet as well, as her fingers picked and plucked at her shirt, as though she could remove the stain by sheer will power. It obviously wasn't going anywhere, so she let out a rather defeated sounding sigh.