One of those people Marius happens to bump into is the painfully skinny short kid, wandering around in his pajamas with a paper cup of coffee in one hand and a cold stick of butter in the other hand. He's clearly been eating the latter by the mouthful, ignoring that it's honestly fairly gross. The grease from it around his lips and on his chin speak to how he's been shoving it down.

When Marius bumps into him, the butter is the only thing he doesn't drop. The hot coffee gets all over Marius' feet; the red wine gets all over Howard's pants, which are, thankfully, dark. They unfortunately aren't waterproof too.

"What the hell, man! Watch where you're going!" Howard steps back with arms spread slightly, checking to see the damage, then up at this tall, good-looking guy who looks like he's packing a set of teeth too big for his head and just rolled out of bed still stuck in a dream. "Jackass."