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Andrea Rojas loves shopping and breaking faces in. (avengingwarrior) wrote in wariscoming,

Her hand shot out and grabbed his cup the second he put it down, turning to throw it easily at the garbage bin she'd put purposefully near by (for empty cups). With minimal splatter. She tried not to wince at the reddish droplets that spraying a bit onto the floor. She would have to get to that. Instead, she focused on the smugness. Go superagility. Before her powers, she wouldn't have been able to get it into the bin without making a mess, let alone managing to grab onto it that quickly.

Then Andrea frowned, looking at the bin and wondering if she'd have been able to make no mess if she hadn't been moving away from tipsy. There was a momentary plan of throwing half filled cups into garbage cans while she was drunk, just to see how much of a mess she could make. However, that thought process was cut off by his leaning in closer. Too close.

Despite the need to pull back, Andrea didn't give into it. She refused to give him that satisfaction. Instead she turned her head away from him and continued on with her drink. "I don't think they'd be that offended." She said. "And I don't get drunk naked. That way leads to bad times." Andrea looked back at him for a moment, before she took in a very long breath but one that rushed out too quickly, with too much force. It wasn't the breathing of someone trying to calm themselves or destress themselves. It was the one of someone who knew that they were loosing calm but didn't quite know how to let go of the act. Who wouldn't let go, because even if it was a false control, it was better than facing whatever the problem was. Coward's way? Maybe. But alcohol had some truths that she couldn't face head on at the moment. Or she might actually do something stupid ... like cry. Andrea had cried once since her mother's death and that had been that night, with the whole incident with Luthor ... and killing that man. It had been ... "What do you want, Spike?" She asked, weary. Warily. Her tone suspicious. Not even thinking about the fact that she had just used his name rather than call him sparky.

And that moment could have very easily been a moment of ... perhaps clarity but it could have been something. Except then she felt immensely uncomfortable. Out of sorts. As if she'd just given something away with the question but not yet knowing what. Which was why after shuffling her cup around, she reached out with one hand, firmly planted on his forehead, and just shoved him back. With her strength and with some quick thinking on his part, he would easily fall off the chair or fall straight back with it. If it had been anyone else, she wouldn't have done. It but she'd heard that he could take Buffy. And Buffy while not as strong as she was, coupled with her skill and her own slayer strength was quite formidable. Being shoved into the floor wouldn't kill him. Hopefully it hurt a bit.