He took the bottle and slammed it down on the table. The noise echoed in the room as he heavy bottom glass hit the wood. "A petulant child would be down there making a scene. I came up here and didn't bother anyone. I didn't even ask you to come up here."
He stood up, but as he walked around the table, he banged against the corner. "Fuck-" That would bruise. He slowed down as he made his way to where the water was. "Everyone I know is here, so no, it never occurred to stay home. I didn't think you'd cry if you didn't see me. I'm sure you can find a replacement."
He drank some of the water, thinking that he should have a anti-hangover potion somewhere. If only he could remember where. "You're right about the half-drunk part, and you don't have to stay here at all. I know how to make my way out of the club."