The staring effected her more than she wanted to know. She felt the back of her neck grow hot and she knew what was going on in his mind, or she thought she did. It was a sabotage and it wasn't Lavender's first. She was good at this, good at pushing people away when she was in a destructive mood. "Go on, ask it," she snarled.
"Then how does this work, Isaac?" she asked, just trying to get him mad, just trying to bring him down to her level. As he pushed her away she only stepped in closer, not backing down and stupidly pushing things harder. "If you want to know who I am just bloody well ask! I'm an open fucking book."
There was enough of her brain not soaked in alcohol to acknowledge that this was stupid, that she was hardly making sense, but there was so much inside of her that she couldn't seem to calm herself. She just wanted to purge herself of the anger, she wanted to get it out and get it over with. In that sense, she was glad Isaac was here and was willing to take her abuse, not that she believed he'd still be there in the morning.