Penny knew she should move, leave Oliver to whatever mood he was in and damn him until the morning but she didn’t, keeping instead to her chair and listening to him continue. It was the first time she’d seen him drunk like this and angry and it was a revelation. Was this how he thought of her? How others thought of her?
Carefully she drained her glass and set it aside, folding her hands nearly in her lap to give herself time to think, to find the words rather than simply dumping the contents of the nearest water jug all over him. “I never said I was perfect. Don’t put words into my mouth to try and justify your own actions. I don’t know where you think you get off speaking to me like this when I’ve only tried to help you but its out of order.”
“Whats more is that you’re wrong. Again. I never said I was alone, perhaps its because I simply choose not to go around blagging about who I fuck. For all you know I could be sleeping with him, with her, or him or even them.” Pointing out people in the crowd randomly who were wholly unsuitable but wanting to make the point. “Or maybe I’m alone because I can’t fucking feel anything, wasn’t that what you accused me of earlier? I’m emotionless. Well whoop-t-do. You were right. I don’t feel and I don’t want and thats why I’m alone.”