#10
Right, then. Now I know why certain people were giggling in anticipation of dinner.
I'm not quite sure what Sabrina was intending, though it probably wasn't to lean towards Nick and mash her face against his for a moment, trip, grab onto the table for balance, up-end a pitcher of pumpkin juice all over me, slip on the spillage, and hit her head.
Parties looking for further explanations should probably ask others who are more knowledgeable of the whole story than myself.
I'm not quite sure what Sabrina was intending, though it probably wasn't to lean towards Nick and mash her face against his for a moment, trip, grab onto the table for balance, up-end a pitcher of pumpkin juice all over me, slip on the spillage, and hit her head.
Parties looking for further explanations should probably ask others who are more knowledgeable of the whole story than myself.