Stumble

“I – that’s not – It came out wrong,” Josh called after her.  But it was too late. 

The martini slowly soaking into his Doctor Who shirt was cold.  He shivered as a bead dripped onto the front of his jeans.  At least it hadn’t been in his eyes.  She had been kind enough to throw the drink at his chest, not his face.

He rung the hem of his shirt, wrinkling it.

“Dude, what did you say?” Zane asked, handing him a wad of cocktail napkins. 

Josh dabbed at himself with the useless pieces of unabsorbent paper.  “Nothing.  I mean nothing to deserve that.  We were just talking about series seven and I might have said something about Rory getting killed all the time.  But it just happened so fast.”

“Did she even watch Doctor Who?”

“Yeah, that’s why we started talking.”

“Maybe she finds Rory’s immortality strangely romantic.  I mean, it is all about Ami.  Girls did that shit.”

“Maybe,” Josh said, slapping the sodden wad of napkins back into Zane’s empty hand.  “I need a drink.”

“I’ll buy, on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“Next time you are going to make a complete ass of yourself, warn me so I can get my phone out.  I mean it’s not every day the amazing Josh Wellman falls flat on his face with a girl.”