Kahina hated parties with a burning passion. Especially since she had seen Perfect Charlotte dancing with her little boy toy, it angers her to the depths of her soul. She clenched tightly onto her drink. All Kahina wanted to do was-

SPLASH

. . . Kahina had just split wine all over you. She expected you to be furious or, at the very least, slap her. But all you said was:

“Sick! My shirt looks like Poland. Would you mind autographing it?”