Justin caught off balance, from Megan’s not so hard kick to the shin, managed to spill a bit of his wine into his hair. Great. Perfect. He brought his wine glass back down to his eye level. Well at least he still had a little under half a glass left. He took a sip and turned back to the wall. He put his brush down, so he could wipe the wine that had tickled its way down the side of his face, away. “Well you’re doing better than before... so I’ll let you have this one.” He finished off his glass and picked up his brush again, falling into silence as he tried to get serious with the painting. But, he liked joking around right now - and he actually really appreciated the distraction, so on the way back from the can; where he had just dipped his brush in the paint again, he placed his paintbrush down onto Megan’s shoulder, leaving it there for a moment; letting the paint run off his brush and onto her shirt, before lifting it back up and walking over to the wall.
“I’m really liking this colour. Don’t you think it works really well in this room?” Acting nonchalant was Justin’s thing.