Clarice raised her brow easily in his direction, he couldn’t honestly think he was going to stop her. A glare slowly formed as he continued, he was such a pissy jerk tonight. "Well maybe you should stop wallowing in self pity because, news flash! Your life isn't the only one that sucks and you won’t kick me out because you threaten me with that every week! And I’m still here, aren’t I?” She wanted to be back on the couch and him not letting her move was doing nothing to help her mood. “Now move" she ordered at the end as she attemtped to pass him with the beers still in hand. So what if he was right about her and the amount of alcohol she could consume? (Though she'd like to think she could handle more than just three) That didn't mean she was going to let him sit there and drink them all himself!