"About bloody time,"Owen mumbled under his breath, accepting Shawn's help, at the same time managing to extract himself from the bucket and struggled to his feet.
"Are you always this much of a disaster area, or am I just unlucky?" He enquired, glancing down at this wet and sticky jeans and sighing, he walked,John Wayne style towards the panel on the wall he had previously ordered his meal from, then began searching through one of the additional menus.
"After a couple of selections, he turned away, pulled the back of his jeans away from his backside and grimaced. "Let's hope they hurry up with the replacement clothes."