"Shit" Raph mumbled, drink splashing over the edge if his glass when he didn't make it out the closing door fast enough. Shaking off the excess Raph quickly brought the glass to his mouth as he made his way towards the lawn.
Standing on the outside of the door, taking a moment to get some fresh air and also step away when the King and Queen were getting too close for her liking, Zhan chuckles a little when the young man rushes out and nearly spills his drink. “Careful there,” she calls out to him as he continues walking on. “Wouldn’t want to waste any of the royal’s good stuff.”
















