Spilling wine was simple, cleaning it wasn't. That's what Chrys thought as he looked at the pair, the guy with the crazy colored hair was giving him a huge death glare. Not one to fall for acts huh? Blake smirked ever so softly as the two left. Shrugging, he looked at Blake like with an indifferent expression. "Well, I guess that's that then." Chrys sighed out, not like it really mattered. Then he turned back and looked at the pair of people walking back. "Hey, pretty boy." Chrys looked at the guy with the wet shirt with a deadpan look, he eyed Blake who had a look of, "Please, help me!". Sighing, he put on a shy and meek face. "Yeah, you! Who spilled your drink all over me. You going to apolgise properly to me and my friend or what?" No way outta this. Sighing, he feigned a weak yet strong look on his face. "H-hey! I already apologised already right?" Chrys tried to protest as he put on a vunerable look.on his face. Blake rose an eyebrow, here they go again, "If you want an apology, then fine! J-just... H-hic... I-i,,,, Ooooh...." Cue the tears and extremely rapeable pose. Even with a few drinks Chrys could be relied on. Plus if he was gonna get screwed then, might as well right?

Blake had to take advantage of the situation and quickly. Noticing the guy's puffy red eyes and he knew he had to say something. "Hey, what's wrong? A handsome guy like you shouldn't be crying. Come on, I want to see a smile on the cute face of yours." Blake asked in a nice, natural low voice which Chrys once called the "take me to the freaking bedroom voice" to the guy with the three coloured hair. His heart pulsed at a steady rate, as he saw a small shock of purple fly through the air.