"OH! Fuck! I-... Oh, shitfucking damn it! I am so sorry, I didn't...!" Jude looked up from his now ruined shirt at Alena. "Alena, it's...fine, it wasn't entirely your fault." "I know, but I wasn't really paying attention, and...damn it, can I please do something, I feel like such an asshole." Someone had recently grabbed him a towel, so he could at least get rid of some of the wine that she had spilt onto his white shirt, which was now more of a polka dotted burgandy color. Jude had only just turned around, but it was just in time to crash into Alena, who had been walking in his direction without looking where she was going.
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