"Like I want to get married!" She said, throwing her hands into the air and a few marble sized bombs with it that crashed on the other side of the room. "...Sam always says he wants to make an "honest woman" out of me.... but I'm too young! We're... we'll you're older but you can just flop out of that body and go into a younger one... Sam and I were broken up too, by the way. He was off doing his hero X-Men bullcrap. Not. My fault." Said an increasingly drunk Tabitha.
"....I wonder if this Sam is going to try anything. More importantly, do I was to piss off a clone of myself...." She grabbed out for that bottle again that had moved away from her. "They're always named Sam."