Megan couldn't help it, she giggled as the wine spilled into Justin's hair. It was actually all too easy to laugh at Justin, especially the way he was now looking at his glass as if he missed the wine. "See. I can manage." Megan said, quite pleased with herself as she turned back to the wall she was facing. Rather pleased with her newly found skills, Megan didn't immediately notice what Justin was doing. Slowly, feeling a sort of wet, cold sensation on her shoulder, Megan's brows furrowed. Glancing at her shoulder, Megan's eyes slowly widened as it dawned on her what it is that had just happened.
"Justin. Finch. Fletchley!" Megan gasped as she whirled around, the quick move sending paint flying toward Justin. She was prepared to yell at him for ruining her blouse, but now that she'd gotten him back, she didn't mind. "Oops." Giggling again she took another sip of her drink. "Serves you right!"