"Oh shite!" Oliver bemoaned, leaping up in one swift motion upon catching the mug (causing the last reminisce of her drink to dribble onto the top of her shirt). "Fucking hell, Katie, I'm sorry." He made a motion to head to the bar but stopped when Katie ran to grab a rag and came back. "Merlin, I'm sorry." Placing the mug back down he awkwardly wiped at her shirt, though stopped when she lightened the mood. "That was a foul; not an attack." He laughed awkwardly. "Erm... you want to come to my place to change?"
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