*****Faye's POV*****
"Mike oh my god! Mike he's going to kill us and I'll get the blame!" I panic in my drunken state, whilst feeling slightly gutted that the whole cocktail had been ruined in the process...
"You'll get the blame... because it was you that damn spilled it doll!" Mike looks back at the bright stain, before turning to cackle at my face as I stand to observe the damage.
I suddenly get an idea, and decide to race towards the kitchen, grabbing every towel and cloth I could find, before running back in an attempt to clean as much of it away as possible.
I came back to find Mike picking up chunks of the slush texture - tossing handfuls of it into the glass - as he continues to shake his head and laugh at my accident.
I move around him and begin to dab the stain, soaking up the majority of the contents, before I make the worst decision of my life-
I place one of the towels over the stain and begin to rub...
