Justin laughed, cracking his eyes open. He looked at his brush strokes on the wall, then looked over at Megan’s. “Hmm, yet mine are still much better than your own.” He sucked in his bottom lip and held in a laugh. Holding up his brush and his wine glass above his head. “This is where I take it back, before you attempt to hit me, isn’t it?” He let the laugh slip from his lips, before sucking it back in and taking a step back.