As Will was walking towards the trio of officers at the bar, Malrone heard a gracious acceptance of his apology. He moved over and made way for the Ensign, giving him a light punch.
Well, I'm still sorry 'bout it, Ensign. Here, have some...uhhh "Gallic Wine".
Malrone poured the bubbly liquid into the glass, glancing up at Anderson a couple of times. Not one for multitasking, when Jimmy was talking about his microchip, he felt a sudden chill on his fingertips...he flinched. In the process, the wine went straight onto the Ensign's shirt.
Damn it. Not having much luck, am I? I'll uhh...replace the shirt for ya.
Lucky for the Commander, the bartend brought Will his coffee just as he had his latest mishap, distracting the Ensign from the spillage.
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