Bridget didn't see where Karl took off to. She thought it was a little odd that he just up and took off. She shot a look over at Rachel, a combination of "What the hell?" and "Do you have any idea what thats all about?"<br/><br/>"Look, Rach, I know you're having a good time, and I don't want to spoil your good time, so we can stay for awhile if you want." she told her friend with a little smile. She was trying not to ruin the whole evening, she really was. Though it was a struggle against everything inside of her.<br/><br/><br/><em>When they came back to the bar Karl Friedrich was all smiles. "Ladies I found the man missing a drink and he has something to say."</em><br/><br/>Bridget hadn't even gotten a good look at the idiot who had spilled his drink on her. It was too dark, too much commotion going on, so she couldn't rightly say if the man Karl presented to them was the man who had spilled his drink on her. Was she shocked that it was a stereotypical overly tanned, overly muscled Jersey Shore reject douchebag? No, not really. She looked warily at Karl, and the man, but nodded at Karl.<br/><br/><em>The guy stepped forward and sobbed, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...I'm pathetic...I overcompensate so bad and I sometimes don't understand why. I treat women like objects and disrespect them all the time. I didn't have a lot of positive relationships with women growing up and...my dad was a womanizer and I always idolized him. I have a lot of self loathing and I worry almost constantly about my appearance and penis size." He suddenly dug into his jeans and pulled out his wallet, shoving all the cash he had at Bridget. "Take it, please! Get your dress cleaned...I didn't apologize because I knew you were out of my league and I just wanted to be an asshole to you." </em><br/><br/>Bridget listened in shocked silence as not only did the idiot apologize, but he spilled his guts like he was on a therapist's couch. It was fairly pathetic, and Bridget almost felt sorry for him. Almost. The cold, sticky liquid soaking her dress and skin assured that she couldn't feel completely sorry for him. Bridget took the money he handed her, because quite honestly, he owed her. "My dress is probably ruined, so thanks for that, Captain Spraytan." she said. "But I suppose this will cover a replacement." she said. She glanced at the bills as she placed them in her purse.  It would definitely cover the cleaning costs, if the dress could be salvaged. It wasn't that the dress was particularly expensive, because it wasn't. For Bridget it was the principle of the whole thing. Bridget didn't have the overflowing closets of some girls her age, she felt her money was better spent elsewhere, like school and food. It was hell being a poor broke college student.<br/><br/>"Thats okay." she stated to the guy. "Be more careful in the future." she said. "And let me give you a free piece of advice. Because you're right, I'm totally out of your league. Every woman is when you treat them like objects. Try treating us like human beings, and you might do better with women" she said<br/><br/><br/><em>The man was actually looking rather sad as he wandered off back into the crowd. Karl was looking pretty entertained and glanced at the ladies. "Wow...he really put it all out there didn't he?" Karl had rolled him, and told him to fess up to everything that he truly was to the girls and to pay for the cleaning of Bridget's dress. It was a slightly bigger reaction that he had expected but an entertaining one none the less. He had half a mind to track the idiot down later and drain him dry after showing him what his insides looked like.</em><br/><br/>"Yeah. He must have been super drunk to lay it all out there like that" Bridget said. Clearly, she had no idea what Karl had done to the guy. "Thanks, I guess, for making him apologize. Maybe he'll learn something from it. Probably not, because those types are pretty stupid and not known for learning from their mistakes." she said.