"I'm partial to wine," she said. "In this setting, I'll take a blush of some sort. White zin is fine."
Her eyes grew wide as she saw what was about to happen. Her hands reached forward to grab him, move him, she started to warn him, but it was already too late. An entire glass of beer, sans glass, sailed straight into the back of his head, dousing him. And her, just a bit, but the love god took most of it. Behind him, the bartender stood there with an empty glass, recovering from having tripped, already making apologies.