Accidents happen

It's late, the crowd has thinned and there are only a few patrons remaining.

"Last call for drinks, folks." The innkeeper calls out.

A few stragglers order a final drink. On of the group in particular had been harassing you for most of the night.

He'd been grabbing and groping you, and had been quite vocal about what he'd do to you.

"Get me another beer" he calls out.

You nod, unintentionally bouncing your tits in the process at his request and fetch his last drink from the bar.

As you approach the table, the slick grime that has built up on the ground catches your boot heel.

Before you know what's happened, you've slipped.

You try to regain balance only to stumble 3 steps to the patrons table and smashing his drink on the table, causing it to spill everywhere.

"Fuck sake!" He says, wiping the beer from his eyes.

"Oh shit, let me clean that up.." you say, grabbing a cloth and beginning to wipe up the mess.

"You're gonna refund for that one missy, right? That was my last drink!" He says, annoyed.

"Of course, I just umm.. don't have any money right now."

The patron is less than pleased.

"Oh is that right?" He asks.