[ Grell falls strait back onto the coffee table. Sure, it may hurt her ass where it spills over the edge, it could've been worse; she winces, but her shoulders relax.
Until a split second after, when the legs on that side of the table snap, and she tumbles once more.
There, on the floor now, she spots her pants - and reaches out with a heavy arm to pick them up, before getting onto her feet. Rubbing at her bottom. ]
Well, my table's cuter, in any case. I'll bring it by later. [ And with a wink, she's gone! ]
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Until a split second after, when the legs on that side of the table snap, and she tumbles once more.
There, on the floor now, she spots her pants - and reaches out with a heavy arm to pick them up, before getting onto her feet. Rubbing at her bottom. ]
Well, my table's cuter, in any case. I'll bring it by later. [ And with a wink, she's gone! ]