Davin's had enough drinks that all he does is laugh when there's suddenly ice cold booze all over his chest. No harm done; it's not like he expected this shirt to last night.

"No problem," he calls out over the music, reaching out to clap the guy on the shoulder. The guy's cute, and Davin is buzzed enough that flirting with anyone and everyone seems like the best idea. "I'll forgive you if you buy me a drink."

He winks to let the guy know that he isn't serious, but hey, he wouldn't say no either.