"As if you aren't already beautiful enough," Ravi says critically, but then he remembers what side his toast is buttered on and offers a far kinder smile, leaning down to press a welcome kiss to her cheek as he gives the shirt a little tug, spinning like a model to show it off. "What do you think? I don't know what prayers you sent up to whatever gods are up there, but clearly it worked, I look incredible."

"Besides, once people drink enough, no one will even remember what anyone is wearing," he promises, holding up the absinthe. "Now, can you tell me if this is going to kill me," he says, seriously.