[ She's learned pages of choreography. Perfected poses and smiles. Danced for hours and hours. Practiced timing every step of her feet, every wave of her hands.
Shockingly, none of that does anything for her nerves as she's spinning bottles and rolling glasses through sweating fingers. One short shot glass escapes from her hand and flies directly into the girl at her side, who's been flitting glass with ease in the corner of her eyes while Mima struggles.
Regardless of where or how hard it hits, the impact pits in her stomach. Mima takes a horrified gasp. ]
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Shockingly, none of that does anything for her nerves as she's spinning bottles and rolling glasses through sweating fingers. One short shot glass escapes from her hand and flies directly into the girl at her side, who's been flitting glass with ease in the corner of her eyes while Mima struggles.
Regardless of where or how hard it hits, the impact pits in her stomach. Mima takes a horrified gasp. ]
I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!