"Do. Not." Her voice was sharp and low. She snatched the napkins from Brian's hands. She peeled her wet sweater from her skin, and started squeezing the coffee from it. It had soaked clear through the sweater, bra, and down to her skin. She wiped her face, and did as much as she could to dry herself off.<br/><br/>Sam brought out a couple of bar towels to help. Vanessa handed one to Beth. "I'm so sorry."