Wayne was having a decent time at his party. His friends were all there and they seemed to be enjoying themselves. Sally had really outdone herself. Okay, so he really didn't like Harold being there, but Wayne was nice enough to keep his mouth shut about that. It occurred to him that in a few weeks, Wayne was going to have to share Sally on her birthday and, boy, that annoyed him. But if she was happy with the tosser he supposed he could deal. Maybe.
With no one to talk to for a moment, Wayne looked around and spotted said tosser near the punch. It wasn't as though Wayne was spying on him. He just happened to notice Harold pouring something into a glass. His first thought was that Harold might give the drink to Sally and then Wayne would have to kill him.
But instead he looked up, spotted Wayne and offered him the drink. Christ, how dumb did Harold think he was, really? Walking over as though he hadn't seen anything, Wayne forced a smile onto his face. Tosser, tosser, you're a tosser.
"It's not really on you since Sally put this thing together," he said cooly and took the goblet from him.