"Yeah, accidentlly..." She muttered softly, looking down at herself, crossing her arms tight across her chest self-consciously, blushing again. Caroline grimaced at the drunk frat boy stumbling out of the house, taking a step away from him, watching the quick altercation with raised eyebrows. She paused, then took the shirt that was being offered to her, and slipped it on over her head without a second thought. It smelled of axe cologne and beer, but at least she wasn't so incredibly exposed now. "Thanks," she said sincerely, flashing him another pretty smile. "Nice to meet you, Michael, I'm Caroline."
She glanced up as the other man stumbled back into the house, complaining about some jerk who had stolen his shirt right off his back, and she frowned. It sounded like moving the party was a good idea at this point.