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

Andrea slid the bottle of vodka towards him. "Have at it." She then paused, before reaching over and grabbing a cup on the stack of plastic cups. She was a sentimental drunk. Or some sort. She wouldn't go as far as pouring it for him but she had started feeling bad. However, he had to go and ruin that by keeping on talking.

The plastic cup didn't stand a chance in her hands. That thing was instantly crushed and twisted. If she had been holding the vodka bottle, she would have hurt herself. As it were, her other hand fisted and slammed onto the table. And through the table. Forming a shape about, but oddly outlined, the size of her fist and some of her wrist. Her hand went straight through and acquired some splinter along the way. Her slamming the table had caused some of the contents of her own drink to jump off and some it splashing her. But she paid it no mind.

Tilting her chin up, she stared him down, even as she felt a slight prickle in her eyes. ... she was an emotional drunk too. And what part of his words that had sunk through, both pissed her off and caused her chest to ache. Not just a phantom pain, in the figurative sense. But to physically ache. How dare he!? He didn't know her. He didn't know anything. And he had no right -- She caught her self right there, with a quick, shaky breath through her nose. One. Then another shorter one. Two.

Andrea stopped her train of thought as she felt ... like crying. Dios, she was so stupid. "Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!!" Real mature, yes. But while she wasn't quite drunk she was far from sober. "Pedazo de mierda estúpida! Usted no tiene la menor idea de lo que he pasado por --" When she was very angry, she automatically resorted to Spanish. "Don't you dare think to judge me. Not now. Not ever. I'll --" She cut herself off again, before abruptly standing up and storming to the sink. Slamming the faucet open, and she just let the hot water run slightly. Careful, as she could in her current state not to wet the splints.

And oh, so carefully, she managed to yank one out of her skin. One down and a couple more to go. "Take your fucking drink and leave me the hell alone. Bastardo."