It happened quickly. She’d been caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, two people shoving one another, one body crashing into the petite brunette’s, her red drink spilling over the front of her outfit. Her cheeks by now probably matched the bloody color staining her shirt. It seemed as if she couldn’t enjoy anything about this place - almost as if she were entirely invisible. Blue eyes scanned the scene, attempting to determine how many people witnessed her mortification.














