Yay for finally getting somewhere
… … …
Haruhi sighed, balancing the tray of drinks in one hand and glaring at the twins across the ballroom. So I'm doing all the work while they flirt and eat. That's hardly fair. She plastered a smile on her face and nodded her head as she got to the next group of young half-drunk nobles.
The rest of her night was relatively busy, filled with smiles and awkward flirting with noblewomen as she asked "Another drink?" It was with a deep sigh of relief that she finally saw the master of ceremonies wave her back in.
Just about to enter the servants hall (the one the trainees were using to go to and from the kitchen) when she collided with someone, causing her half empty tray to spill over herself. "What? I'm sorry, I didn't see…" She blinked up into Tamaki's blue-violet eyes. "Your Highness!" She bowed, noting the scurrying away of the woman that the prince had been talking to.
"I told you to call me Tamaki. And no matter. Handsome men can't be hurt by mere collisions. My beauty remains uncompromised, does it not?" Haruhi rolled her eyes. All hail the King Idiot of lame self-glorifying lines.
"Please save the lines for the ladies, Tamaki-sempai."
"You imply I'm not always sincere with them!" He clutched his chest as if wounded, looking at her in mock hurt.
"Must you be so theatrical?"
"Theatrical? I-"
"What happened to your clothes?"
Tamaki and Haruhi looked over to find the twins looking at them with expressions of confusion. Haruhi blinked and looked down, grimacing and swearing as she saw the wine splotches on her jacket and her lighter undershirt. There was still half the night left, and she didn't exactly have another formal uniform.
"My drinks spilled." She sighed, shrugging. "But I guess I'll have to make the best of it."
"Nonsense!"
"Tamaki's right." A new voice. Haruhi was startled to see Kyoya. How long had he been there? "Along with making you seem unprofessional, wearing damaged or soiled clothes is also an eyesore for everyone else. You should change."
"I don't have another uniform…"
"We'll think of something. Come with us." The twins dragged her down the hall and shoved her into a small room that seemed to serve no purpose – perhaps it was for storage, but currently empty? – and instructed her to start undressing, as they would send her something.
She rolled her eyes. "Fine. Just leave, then."
A few minutes later, Haruhi had taken off the majority of her clothes, having tossed the obviously wet shirt and jacket into the corner, and was inspecting the rest to see if they, too, had gotten any wine on them, when the door flew open.