The moment Patty had returned, Saoirse beat a hast retreat. All the way back she recieved plent of Oh, you're so lucky!'s from the female patrons, young and old alike. She made it to the bar and was very flustered to say the least.
"Don't you start," she said to Wayne. She knew he was likely to get on her case after just having called the othe man a dick, and here she was flustered that he'd kissed her and hadn't even had the sense to wollop him one for it. She had just been caught off guard--right?
She went around the bar to grab that bottle of water. The patrons could wait two seconds. Damn.