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

Andrea arched a lazy brow at his direction, her tone bored. There was a vague though of, how it was a good thing that he'd managed to piss her off. It would have been unfortunate to attempt a bored tone of voice while your words were absolutely slurred drunk. "I thought it was already insinuated that I was out of my mind. Sometime around me needing friends but just before you out and out calling me bitter."

Andrea bucked once, but he was rather strong himself, and everything (motor-skills, reflex, muscles, timing) were slowing down because she and sober just weren't friends at the moment. "I'm pretty sure if I can handle Clark Kent, I can handle a vampire." Her tone was flippant. "Now get off of me before I do something you probably won't end up liking. But I'm sure that I'll be fine with." The smile she gave him was more than a bit smirky, mocking, but with a lazy quality. Oh, yeah, she was moving out of sulking and quick. And for get that 'you don't know me' mood swing that drunks seemed to have (though in case he really didn't know her); that was dead gone. Now it was mockity-mock-mock, and likely more than a little fearless than she should be.

Angry emotions pushed just beneath the surface, the buzz and warmth of the alcohol was working well to impair that judgment. And everyone knows that stubborn and drunk just does not work well.