Adrian Pucey & Sylvan Fawcett
This was not something that Sylvan would miss. She was in a green 1930s dress. She was chatting with another foodie grinning when she felt someone grab her hand.
"I'll make sure the free drink is a colourful, sticky, and I'll dump it on your head," Sylvan whispered through gritted teeth as she smiled brightly as a flash lit them up. "It'd make you look a little less tacky." She wasn't going to do anything to hurt Teresa's night, but the image of Adrian drenched in a sticky drink did cheer her up.