The liquid cascaded from the countertop and onto the knee of Art's trousers and his hand that rested there. He swore loudly and yanked himself out of the way, scooting his barstool away from the bar. His mouth flattened into a straight line and, he shook the liquid off of his hand and in Miss Scrimgeour's direction. The pint kept dripping onto the floor.
He scowled at her for a beat, and called, "Bartender!"
He scowled at her for a beat, and called, "Bartender!"