"Don't be," she breathes, catching his face between her hands. Before he can get away, she steals back that last kiss he'd offered. Beer gets spilled, it happens. It's not everyday that a man like this shows up. This kiss is breathless and hot, and when it finally breaks, she stays close.

"I should -- uh -- hold that thought." She slips away from him, blue eyes blazing, and disappears into the kitchen. She returns a minute later with some towels, and a fresh pair of opened beers. "Here, you hold these, and I'll get this. Are your shoes soaked?"