As Alcide makes his way to the table, Zatanna stares over at the newly placed try of cream puffs and she takes a deep breath. Please work this time... she thinks almost hopelessly. "Etativel," she whispers. Nothing happens. Zatanna frowns. She hadn't really thought this through in her inebriated state and she's absolutely about to spoil this pretty dress, because she has to get the things out of here somehow and just carrying them out is a little too obvious.
The shatter of glass snaps her out of her thoughts and she moves forward, lifting the front of her dress off the floor and up toward her waist, leaving the slack of it to hang loose in between her hold and her body, settling around her thighs.
My bad. Sorry.
The bots and caterers are rushing both to clean the mess and do so quickly, all of their focus on that alone and Zee looks down the line of the table, relieved to see that there seems to be no one else visiting the table at the moment, especially with the new flurry of bots rushing about in that little cluster.
"If there's a god of fashion, I'm so, so sorry," she whispers to no one at all as she reaches forward with her free hand and tilts the back of the tray nearly ninety degrees, spilling the cream puffs into the little pouch she's made with her dress. Zee takes hold of the dress with both hands now and lowers it a little as if to make it look as though she's simply trying to make sure she doesn't trip on it in her heels and she shoots a look over her shoulder at Alcide before nodding toward the door and then slowly, calmly, and with absolutely no to do, Zatanna makes her way toward the door to leave the party entirely.
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The shatter of glass snaps her out of her thoughts and she moves forward, lifting the front of her dress off the floor and up toward her waist, leaving the slack of it to hang loose in between her hold and her body, settling around her thighs.
My bad. Sorry.
The bots and caterers are rushing both to clean the mess and do so quickly, all of their focus on that alone and Zee looks down the line of the table, relieved to see that there seems to be no one else visiting the table at the moment, especially with the new flurry of bots rushing about in that little cluster.
"If there's a god of fashion, I'm so, so sorry," she whispers to no one at all as she reaches forward with her free hand and tilts the back of the tray nearly ninety degrees, spilling the cream puffs into the little pouch she's made with her dress. Zee takes hold of the dress with both hands now and lowers it a little as if to make it look as though she's simply trying to make sure she doesn't trip on it in her heels and she shoots a look over her shoulder at Alcide before nodding toward the door and then slowly, calmly, and with absolutely no to do, Zatanna makes her way toward the door to leave the party entirely.