"Agh, fuck. That shit burns my eyes!" Gray had come out of the beverage attack significantly less drenched than Sim had-- but he had been facing Lisa or Jessica or Veronica... whatever her name was AND standing right next to Sim. Whatever she was drinking was mulled, and had an assortment of spices in it.

"Dude," Gray still laughed, rubbing his eyes furiously. "What the hell was that? I totally missed that one."