Cristobal Rodriguez ♦ Coyote (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} coyoti) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} paxletalelogs, |
Immediately upon arriving at the food table, Chris started to grab more of the skewers and looked over the rest of the offerings, wishing he'd not had to get up at all.
His leg was starting to bother him, but at least the path back toward his seat would be shorter than the route he'd taken. He hoped that neither Kal or Daniel would ask why he took the longer way around the pool; he was so distracted that, as he turned, his brace caught in position and he elbowed a man standing next to him. A cup full of punch splashed, wetting Chris' pants.
"Shit, sorry," he muttered, instantly grabbing for a napkin and starting to blot his own clothing. He glanced up, semi-recognizing the newcomer from the Pax forums -- Mike or Mitch or just something with an M that he couldn't recall right in that moment. "Pretty sure if you just run that under some cold water, it won't stain. Seriously, though, I'm sorry."