She knew that he was drunk because of her. Did he really think that his antics would go un-noticed? She was mad because of how he was acting and not focusing on what really mattered which was how they truly felt about one another. "You have been doing nothing but the opposite, Salvatore." She said in a an icy tone, her voice a deadly calm. She rolled her eyes at him. It was laughable to think that he could make her disappear.
It would not be the first time she had witnessed this bad behavior.
Remaining seated at the elegant table, Bonnie crossed her arms at him. Without lifting her hands, the glass bottle he held, exploded as if a rocket had gone off, sending glass shards everywhere, and splattering him with bourbon, his preferred drink of choice. "If you're going to get drunk, then you might as well wear it." She hissed at him.