[Somehow, despite Max's dislike for the taste of alcohol, some random passerby manages to shove a glass of champagne into her hand. And, once again despite her dislike for the drink, she finds herself taking small sips of it as time goes on. It's sweet but with that telling bitter aftertaste, and each time she drinks it she regrets it. But a few minutes later she tries again.
It's as she's taking her third of fourth sip that she feels something catch under her shoe, slip, and completely throw her balance. God, of course she'd trip in a very crowded public space. She throws out her hand, catching herself badly on her palm and hip. The flute of champagne tumbles to the floor and breaks with the unpleasant cracking of glass. Her wrist feels sore, too, like she might've sprained it. Chara's ice cube disappears somewhere into the nearby murmuring crowd.]
Owwww...
[She begins to straighten from her semi-prone position, but something beneath the table catches her eye. A figure she might recognize. She ignores the whispers and the offers from help from the crowd as she squints past the gap in the tablecloth.]
SLAMS INTO i. | Are you okay with CRAU Max remembering Chara?
It's as she's taking her third of fourth sip that she feels something catch under her shoe, slip, and completely throw her balance. God, of course she'd trip in a very crowded public space. She throws out her hand, catching herself badly on her palm and hip. The flute of champagne tumbles to the floor and breaks with the unpleasant cracking of glass. Her wrist feels sore, too, like she might've sprained it. Chara's ice cube disappears somewhere into the nearby murmuring crowd.]
Owwww...
[She begins to straighten from her semi-prone position, but something beneath the table catches her eye. A figure she might recognize. She ignores the whispers and the offers from help from the crowd as she squints past the gap in the tablecloth.]
...Hello?