She laughed at the expression on his face when he tried the drink, reaching out to take it back. "I don't know why," she admitted. "Its kind of moreish though, right?" She took another hideously sweet sip, wriggling her eyebrows as she she did so.
Roxanne swallowed and nodded, scanning the crowd absently again. It was habit. She was used to one or more of her cousins popping up at any given moment, and it was weird to be without them.
"Maybe they'll turn up," she suggested, hopefully. "All of them." That would be good. Maybe her parents and all that lot would come too, and that would be that. "Although I don't know if I can deal with my Dad in his twenties. Doesn't it mess with your brain?"