Katie considered his words only momentarily before her shirt and pants were covered in quite cold beer. All thought left her as she jumped up; which seemed pointless as she was already covered. She hurried over to the bar for a rag, and brought it back to sop up the beer on the table, chair, and floor.
Everything covered a span of 45 seconds it seemed, but when she looked to Oliver, she couldn't help but laugh. "Well, I take this personally, Wood. This was clearly an attack by United." Katie wished she could have thought over some things more, but the distraction was very helpful. "Blimey. I'm going to need a new shirt," that was an understatement, "...and a new beer."