“Right, I’m goin’ for a slash. Get me a beer, yeah?” Michael told Oliver without really looking back, getting up to go to the bathroom. As he shrugged his way into the crowd to reach the door ; he bumped into a figure carrying a platter of drinks. Michael just kept walking. Luckily, you - who was holding the drinks, managed to steady yourself before dropping the glasses.

“Hey,” you called after him. “Watch it!”