[ In her giggles, she fumbles for her wine — which she foolishly set on the railing of the balcony — and spills some onto the street below and, by the sounds of it, narrowly missing a passer-by below. ]
Shit— SORRY! [ she calls down, then retreats to sit back in her chair again, giving Colin a yikes face past some more tittering into her glass. ] Whoops.
[ And the next thing that disrupts her drinking is sitting on the journal in her pocket, so she has to shift to take it out and prop it on the arm rest — but it falls to the floor anyway. ]
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Shit— SORRY! [ she calls down, then retreats to sit back in her chair again, giving Colin a yikes face past some more tittering into her glass. ] Whoops.
[ And the next thing that disrupts her drinking is sitting on the journal in her pocket, so she has to shift to take it out and prop it on the arm rest — but it falls to the floor anyway. ]