"The fucking bunny is why I need the tequila," she snapped without thinking. "It's reminding me of him."
Bast realized, as soon as it was out of her mouth, that there was no way Anubis was going to let her get drunk now. He'd tell her something like it was unhealthy to try to drown her unhappiness that way. Or something else equally big-brother-ish, even though technically they both knew she was older. And knowing that she wasn't going to be able to numb herself with alcohol made her rather cranky, as did the understanding that it really was unhealthy, and... and.. dammit!
In irritation, she spun away from her brother and the bar and marched straight over to the man in the rabbit mask. That was the cause of all of this, and so it had to go. It had to go right now. The guy was just going to have to find a different damn mask. "I hate that fucking mask, and if you don't take it off right now, I'm going to punch you in the face."