"Fucking Bastard!" Zach swore both in frustration and at the idiot who spilled his drink on him. All down his shirt, and the front of his pants were soaked. And to make it all worse, the beer smelled disgusting.
This really should have just been a sign to Zacharias Smith to stop drinking in the afternoon! He just came into the Snitch because he had nothing better to do, since he didn't have practice today. And this was what he got. His shirt was ruined.
Zach had a whole rant in his head, as his anger started to boil, and when he heard 'this was awkward', he was just ready to tear into this guy. Who did he think he was? Did he even know who Zach was?
But when he looked up finally from his shirt, he felt some of his anger dissipate. Well, only a little. Why did the guy have to be so damn hot? "Yeah it is awkward. Sorry isn't going to get me dry," Zach grumbled, as he moved to take off his jacket, which at least seemed to be spared from the spray. "For that, you owe me a drink," he said in only a slightly demanding tone. After a pause he added, "The one I'm wearing doesn't count."