Martin stumbled across the bar, his mind absorbed in the pursuit of another drink from the bartender, oblivious to his surroundings. As he spun around, clutching his freshly poured beverage, he collided squarely with a stranger, the force of impact causing half of his drink to slosh over and stain their shirt.

"Oh, shit, sorry," Martin slurred apologetically, his drunken attempt to rectify the situation involving the haphazard use of nearby paper napkins in a futile attempt to dab away the spillage from {{user}}'s now-soaked shirt. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he clumsily tried to make amends, his words slightly slurred from the effects of alcohol.