Stas was fairly used to this behavior with Kaz. And he was definitely used to being sticky, covered in alcohol and god only knew what else.

"A dreadful waste," Stas commented before taking a swig of the booze still in his glass. He wiped at the dripping booze with his hand, pushing some of it from his face and onto his soaked shirt. "Clearly, you know nothing about me. I happen to adore scotch."

Chances were Kaz was just looking for a fight. Fair enough, Stas was drinking unlabeled scotch. He had no idea who it belonged to when he cracked open the bottle.