Pop goes the Meeting! [Eira]

Thiiiiirsty. Simple word, simple meaning, but Odd Della-Robbia wasn't up for the finer complexities of deciphering a word at that moment. Nope, not up his alley. Instead, the blond was slipping euros into the soda machine, and was carefully scanning the line of buttons, lips pursed as he considered his purchase.

Not any of the clear ones, he preferred dark... Definitely not Diet or Caffeine Free, for obvious reasons... No flavored ones, with like fruit or vanilla... Once those criteria were out of the way, it was easy, and Odd pressed the corresponding button, smiling as his pop fell. Awesome, he was, like he was thinking, thirsty.

The next moments, however, almost seemed to occur in slow motion.

He backed away from the machine, to let anyone else who wanted some in (he wasn't paying attention, he had no clue if there actually was anyone), finger caught in the tab of his can and pulling, because it was stuck or something, he wasn't sure, and he turned, ready to head off, but apparently he had backed away too close to the wall, because his elbow caught on it as he turned, which was enough to yank the tab off and open the can, but at the same time... Enough to cause the pop to splash all over Odd's hand and... a girl's shirt, who happened to be right there. Eheh.

Immediately sheepish, Odd looked up from his can, extremely sheepish smile on his face at the sight of a girl he didn't know (must be new?). "I'm reeeeeeally sorry about that! I've got some math homework we could use to mop it up?" Crack a joke, crack a joke, defuuuuse the tension. Oh man, but he couldn't believe he spilled pop all over her, way to go with that one, Odd...

Good thing this wasn't like, Sissi, or he'd have lost his head already.