"Punch sounds good!" she argued. "It's good! And fruity. Fruits are good. And electrolytes!" Okay, it probably didn't have electrolytes, but it reminded her of some of those sports drinks she was starting to like.
"Normally I can dance longer than that," she told him as she made her way to the punchbowl. They'd only danced for two or three songs. "Or maybe it's just that you're way better than Jack. Jack's a jerk," she said, wrinkling up her nose. It seemed to make sense to her. Somehow.