She smiled lightly at her friend Cami, “Yeah, yeah, run along.” She told her with a giggle. She knew neither of them would meet up until the very last minute — or probably in this case, the next day. Victoria looked around, wondering if any of her close friends were there yet. She began walking around, finally taking a seat at the bar. To her surprise, a girl came tumbling towards her. Well, not only did the girl practically almost take her down — but the girl spilled her bright red liquid all over Victoria’s top and leather skirt.
“You’re kidding,”
She muttered, holding her hand to cover her mouth whilst a champagne glass was delicately placed in her other hand. All she heard from the girl was an ”Oh sht”*, making it harder for Vic’s usual nature to kick in. I mean, all she asked for in return of her kindness was… kindness.
“Do I get an apology – or at least a towel?” She half-joked, biting her lip with a taint sadness. Today wasn’t her day. “You know what? It’s fine, don’t worry about it…” She told the girl as she wiped her now-red and stained shirt down, holding her hand up in a dismissive motion. She didn’t want to cause a scene, but it’s not like there already wasn’t one. Everyone saw how ridiculous it looked — red juice practically dripping from her shirt. Victoria flashed a half-a*sed smile and turned to the bartender next to them, asking for a towel herself.