Nicole, Dana, and Open
Dana did not speak French at all, so Nicole's words were lost on her. Her gaze was something blurred, unaccustomed to alcohol in her system at all, especially the amount she consumed and then poured back out the same way it went in. She blinked a few times and couldn't figure out how to respond. What was she saying? What she angry?
"I am sorry," she said in Polish back to Nicole, "I will clean it up." She immediately reached down for some of the leaves that had fallen. Not all were dried. It was still early enough in the season that not all leaves had succumbed to their new colors.
She immediately began trying to wipe at Nicole with them.