Yes. Many things happen on Rose's way.

Rose had to push on. But little did she know how badly thing were about to go. She took each step forward with **** caution, feeling very exposed. The red head could only conceal her breasts with the table cloth. Only her hands could do the rest.

However, she looked forward, and saw someone. It was a late night jogger! He was approaching quick. Rose looked around frantically, trying to find somewhere to hide. There weren't any parked cars nearby... but once Rose looked across the street, she saw a bush. It was her only chance!

She held the tablecloth tightly to her chest and turned to run across the street. It would be a short dash. Rose was sure she hadn't been seen yet. Most joggers have music playing anyway, so she could do this without getting noti-

Beeeep!

Rose's eyes widened as a set of headlights shined on her naked body. There was a screech of tires, causing Rose to scream. She shut her eyes tight, held onto her uncovered body and ran! She dove into the bushes, having been more concerned about her modesty than her safety.

The red head kept her head down as her heart pounded away. For the moment it was all she could hear until she heard the car drive away. Rose let out a sigh of relief, and looked through the bushes to confirm her hopes.

The car was gone. The best Rose could hope for is that they were in a hurry and didn't care to report a streaker. Getting to the party was what mattered. So Rose put a hand over her uncovered breasts and... her uncovered breasts!?

The tablecloth was missing. She must have dropped it in her panic to get to the bushes. Rose frantically looked around, wondering where it could have gone, when she saw the scrap of cloth in a puddle on the road.

Already the tablecloth was badly damaged, and didn't cover much. Now it was sitting in a puddle of who knows what. To make matters worse, the jogger was standing by the puddle, scratching his head in confusion.

"What is this thing? An old rag?" The jogger said. He reached down and picked it up. Thinking it was trash, the jogger carried what remained of Rose's tablecloth to a nearby garbage can, threw it in and closed the lid.

Rose was hoping he would simply leave after that, but instead he took out his phone and started doing something with the screen. He was likely picking out the next song he would listen too, or reading a text. Rose had no way of knowing for sure, all she cared about was him leaving.

Unless... he might be distracted enough for Rose to just get by now. The party was at the next block. But doing so might mean completely abandoning the tablecloth. As damaged as it was, it would still be more cover than she had now.