<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQMyaCEzKYR5OUdmiNDbsXdt_dyzbY5C20-yRH-3n7Qicswz4Xr)</div>Elliott's eyes widened as she watched the liquid and chunks of ice slid down over the man's toned body.  She was horrified at what had happened, it hadn't been her fault.  But before she could say anything E.T. was standing, giving her a look that said don't come near me again.  At least she thought that was what it said.<br/><br/><strong>"Yea well you're welcome." </strong>She called out after him as she began to clean up mess that had been made.  Lizzy came dropped her some dry and wet bar towels.  She glanced over her shoulder having the biggest of the mess back on her tray or in the buckets.<strong>"Sorry guys, I'll bring your drink ASAP."</strong>Her voice was soft as she said it not really looking at any of the people in the booth.  Her face was red with anger and embarrassment.<br/><br/>Elliott hurried to the kitchen to leave her messy try, piled with broken glass, ice and bottles.  If she wasn't leaving she was sure that would have gotten her fired.<br/><br/>It probably wasn't the right thing to do... but she headed out the back door to where she knew the band usually parked.  Elliott had to look both ways before she saw E.T. digging in the saddle bag on his bike.  With a deep breath Elliott headed toward him.<strong>"I know you don't want to see me and I can't blame you but I..."</strong>she stopped to wet her suddenly dry lips,<strong>"I wanted to say I'm sorry.  It wasn't my fault though, there was a woman behind me wanting a piece of you and she bumped into me hard and well the rest is history as they say."  </strong><br/><br/>She also held out the clean, damp bar towel as she stood there.<strong>"Thought you might want to wipe he sticky from your... ummm from... off you." </strong>Okay her eyes were on the man's still bare chest and stomach and she didn't realize she was licking her lips as she stared at him.