Even though it was an ugly sweater party, Darcy refused to wear an ugly sweater. She never knew who she was going to run into. So she settled on wearing a red sweater. It was an ugly shade of red, almost orangey, so that was ugly enough.
After drinking several cups of punch, she was starting to feel lightheaded. "I think someone punched the spike," she whispered to Sheila in a fit of giggles as soon as she had run into her friend.