The cold drink was enough to snap her out of the haze - eyes widening her hands released his tuxedo and hair to wipe at the red stain seeping into the white material of her dress. It was sticky as well - most uncomfortably, really.

"Clumsy as usual," was all she said when she turned her back to him to find napkins of any sort. She manage to grab a handful and hand a few over to him before trying to mop up what she could from her clothing.

"... Red is usually my color."