Keeping her eyes on Justin for his reaction, Megan chewed on her lower lip for just a moment. Despite the fact that she was only getting him back for what he'd done, she did hope she hadn't ticked him off. When she saw that look on her face, Megan started edging away. She placed her glass of wine on the nearest surface, and watched Justin, waiting for him to move.
Although having fairly quick reflexes, Justin caught Megan within seconds. Squealing, Megan wriggled in his arms, trying to get away. "Noo. Justin!" She said between giggles as she tried moving out of his grasp, knowing her shirt was completely ruined now. Squealing again as the brush touched her cheek, Megan reached out to her shoulder and used the paint left on her shoulder to smear Justin's face.