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Thankfully you don't get seriously hurt by the fall, but it's definitely not a fun experience. Even less fun was the sensation of several full glasses of liquor dropping straight down onto you, a few of the bigger ones likely to leave bruises for you to find later. The all-black outfit does a good job of hiding the stains from these drinks, but it doesn't change the fact that you've been doused by a good number of different types of booze.

"Oh my god, John, are you okay?"

The genuine concern showed by Ayana helps take the sting off of your spill, though your face gets a little redder seeing the four women at the table staring at you, along with a good number of other women.

"Nothing really hurt besides my pride," you tell Ayana, "Sorry about those drinks though..."

"Oh shush!" Ayana tells you, "Like I'd care about that when it looked like you'd split your head open."

"Seriously buddy," one of the women, Sally, says, "we can wait a little longer as long as you're doing alright."

" 'course, now our drinks are all soaked into your clothes," Monica says, taking on a look of exaggerated innocence, "can't you just leave those here for us?" The table laughs, and you chuckle a bit despite yourself as well, though you blush a bit harder too. Ayana just smirks, but shakes her head.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not about to have a server stripping out here," Ayana says.

"Aw, why not?" Molly offers up, "we'd tip really good, we promise!" Ayana's grin widens into a soft laugh at that, but she still shakes her head.

"No, no, he's got to get out of this but he'll be doing it back in the bathroom."

You startle for a moment. "Wait, hang on, why do I have to take this off?"

"Are you serious? I'm already going to have to put down a wet floor sign here, can't have you walking around dripping more booze over the rest of the floor! Go on," she says patting you on the shoulder and pushing gently towards the rest rooms, "I'll join you in a minute to grab those for you. I can probably scrounge up a spare uniform...."

"But--"

"No buts!" Ayana interrupts you, and with a stern pat to your backside, she sees you off.

"Hurry back soon!" You hear from the table, "Take too long in there and one of us is gonna have to come and getcha'!"

Leaving amid a chorus of cackles, you head to the men's room, where you at least know you'll be alone for the time being, what with Ladies' Night and all. Nonetheless, you enter a stall to disrobe, peeling the wet fabric off of yourself, goosebumps rising as the building's overly aggressive AC washes over your damp skin. Clad in just your gray boxer briefs, you keep an ear out for the knock you're expecting from Ayana, hopefully there to pass you a new outfit.