Victor smiled to himself and he went to grab for his glass of grape juice. Instead of gripping it, he knocked it sideways and when he quickly reached to right it, his stitches pulled. "Argh," he hissed, his hand going to his wound. He took a few deep breaths to deal with the sharp pain and then he shook his head before stating what everyone else was clearly already aware of. "I- I made a mess."
The juice was dripping onto his carpet and he turned his head to glanced at it while he dabbed at the pool on the table with his napkin. That was so going to stain.