Re: IN THE BATHROOM (Juliet)
She peeled her eyes away from the mirror and looked at the blond with an expression bordering on nervous breakdown.
"My date. He...kissed me, and I...wasn't exactly expecting it, and then I was holding my drink, and now...this..." Her hands waved at her shirt, though the action was entirely unnecessary. Lips turned down into a pouting frown, it took willpower to keep her hands from continuing to mess with her shirt. After a moment, she tied her little cape over it, hiding her stained garment as much as possible. Whether everyone out there was receptive to her slovenly appearance or not was one worry on Juliet's mind, and her eyes widened at the comment.
"Do you really think so? My mother would be furious with me if she saw I was here. And I ran off, he must think I'm a prude," she continued, lamenting under her breath as one hand clutched at the sink for stability, even though she had no need for such a thing any longer. Her exasperation with her shirt and the anxiety born of what others would say or think had long since burned off any effect her alcoholic drink might have had on her.