Not having been paying attention to the person that had joined him he was thrown off by the sudden plopping of a human body next to him, and even more thrown off by said body taking his beer. It only took as much time as Clarice needed to get the bottle to her lips before the anger of her stealing his drink settled on top of the pile building inside him, causing it to sway like in Jenga, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" reaching over he snatched it back from her, "If you're thirsty to get your own damn drink, just like you managed to go get my food to eat."
There wasn't a baby in the house tonight so his mind wasn't even trying to hold anything back, if Clarice wanted to push she better be prepared to be shoved back.