Stefan was hit by paint from almost all sides, whether it was little flicks or full pelts directed at him. His clothes felt heavy and he could feel the paint on his head beginning to dry, but this did not mean that Stefan was close to stopping. He returned fire, attempting to get Sara, Tara and Grace in all equal amounts. Of course, he wasn't going to start throwing paint at Kate, since they were working against everyone else. Stefan was glad he'd picked the white paint. He could more less clearly see everyone he'd hit with paint. The oddness of the fight didn't change. It was friendly, and although Stefan stayed pretty quiet, he was smiling, and feeling pretty happy that he'd chosen to go to Tara's birthday, it had turned out pretty well, and considering was his first ever party, it felt good. He was also quite pleased that none of the paint hitting him actually hurt. Since the bruises being hit with something hard-ish would be murder. Stefan sent more paint flying to the other girls. Hoping some of the white would hit them. He was sure to aim it properly, he didn't want to waste any paint on the floor. Stefan looked round to Kate, and just smiled. "I'm doing good. I've never thrown paint before." Stefan didn't add that it was the first time he'd actually seen paint in the flesh, wet and ready for painting. Of course it hadn't ever crossed his mind that he'd be throwing it at people. Stefan was quick to throw paint directly at Tara, who'd gotten Kate, he hoped to hit her. "How about you?" Stefan asked Kate back. She looked like she was having fun, but Stefan did not want to assume. He didn't know if this really was what she liked to do in her spare time. It was that even after all this time, after the fact that they had technically told the other about themselves, there was a part of him, that knew that he still did not know Kate well. But with that thought Stefan felt paint hit him right in the stomach. He looked down, and smiled while launching more paint at others.