Juniper had no idea how it was Seras' fault and didn't give much care of whether or not it was just mead. It was everywhere! But she didn't bother to argue, instead scampering off into the crowd to pilfer a bundle of napkins from the bar.
By force of her single-minded personality--and a few well-placed shoves--the tiger shouldered her way through the press of bodies. It smelled like a mixture of leather and body odor, and she wrinkled her nose against it. Finding her way to the edge of the bar, she ended up grabbing an entire paper towel roll, the sort of thin stuff they put out on the tables at bbq places for finger food.
In a few moments, she was back, tearing a long strip off the roll. “I can get you a new one,” she offered, embarrassed. “Was that like, your whole cup?”
By force of her single-minded personality--and a few well-placed shoves--the tiger shouldered her way through the press of bodies. It smelled like a mixture of leather and body odor, and she wrinkled her nose against it. Finding her way to the edge of the bar, she ended up grabbing an entire paper towel roll, the sort of thin stuff they put out on the tables at bbq places for finger food.
In a few moments, she was back, tearing a long strip off the roll. “I can get you a new one,” she offered, embarrassed. “Was that like, your whole cup?”