Your eyes catch a reflection of ligth filtered throughthe glass. Having been in the midst of a brainstorm, an idea comes to you through that. As both monolithic girls continue to chat, you stand and lean against the edge of the glass (cup that is). Getting in the most effective position you can think of, you push with all of your diminutive might on the glass, which was already just about two inches from the counter's edge. The heaving continues, and you finally see movement as a slight scraping sound (probably inaudible to the giantesses) commences.
You eventually get close enough that you just want tit to be over; the exertion taking its toll on you. You hadn't heardthe end of the conversation, but Beth was already turning to leave, so you push harder before she gets a chance to. Sure enough, the heavy glass is halfway off the table, teetering for a few moment before falling. The shattering noise is deafening for you, and the momentum caused by shoving it over the edge sends you flat on your back.
The sound of it and the liquid spill causes Bekah to jump (she's closer) and Beth to turn around and cringe, putting her hand over her mouth. You feel slightly guilty for wrecking Sara's things, because her parents would get pissed, but this was an emergency.
"I swear I didn't leave that on the edge!" Bekah exclaims, partly out of shock.
"Sara's gonna kill us. Quick we need to clean it up," a panicked Beth says, reaching for a paper towel.
In a few seconds you have Bekah kneeling in front of the counter, scrubbing the soda off the floor with a towlet. Beth isstanding right near you grabbing the paper towels, but not looking down.
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