For one fleeting second Clarice actually felt triumphant as Jared stood up, too bad she should have known those moments never lasted long. Before she even had time to pick up the bottle it was spilling liquid over her causing a shriek to leave her lips. "JARED," she cried quickly grabbing the bottle and standing up to assess the damage. Her shorts were now ruined and she already smelt like beer. Jared was going to pay. Whether it was lucky enough that she looked up in time to catch what he was saying or not was hard to tell but it pissed her off, so perhaps not. "Oh really? That's really the reason because you just can't be bothered?" Starting towards him she pointed the beer at him (too bad it had nothing left in it) "You are being a real asshole tonight," she pointed out just for the sake of it before pushing past him towards the fridge determined to get as many beers in her hands as possible now. She could have his beer and his chips now, thank you. “And I’m not fucking leaving,” she added as she moved back, her hands full, and let the fridge door shut on its own.