One second he was flirting with Rosmerta, and the next he was drenched . Truthfully, it was about par for the course. Lately bad things had a way of happening to him, and happening frequently.
"Guess this drink is on me," Anteros joked as he took the offered towel from the bartender. He wrapped the towel around his shoulders, hoping to sop up the worst of it.
"Should I trust the bartender to get your drink, or do you have an umbrella handy, just in case."