"Shut up! You are such-" she shouted drunkenly, stumbling as her heel dug into the soft ground. "God damn it!" She hurled another stuffed animal toward his head.
Her make-up was smeared. Her hair was wind-blown. Her dress was starting to ride up. She belonged on a reality TV show. "I'm not vandawhatsit" The rest of the word came out a little jumbled, but he got the gist. "I'm giving back your stupid stuff." ...That had sounded a lot more cutting in her head.