[Laguna has a beer in his hand. Someone handed it to him, trying to be helpful. And mostly, he's just staring at it remembering what happened the last time he got drunk. If wine makes him sleepy enough to fall asleep on someone, he's not sure if beer is a good idea at all. But someone gave it to him, so it's rude not to have some, right? It's a legitimate mental struggle at the moment, and one that's distracting him as he stares into the glass like it's going to somehow make the choice for him.
And he just keeps staring at it as he walks, until he bumps into Jo and nearly spills it all over both of them. He squeaks in surprise, barely moving it in time to have it just go over his hand instead of her as well.]