[ His question comes seconds too late, because she's already downed the shot once his comment ends. Which, she twists her face into a frown at, rolling her eyes with grand old amount of displeasure. ]
Shouldn't I be saying that to you?
[ She's older than him? She knows what she's doing? Gen is just a little high schooler? And even though she looks insanely wobbly while she leans back on the table, too, she's too stubborn to admit that the laws of alcohol consumption dictate that she will in fact be more affected by that shot than him. She's tired of him always assuming she's going to fall over or get knocked off a boat, so she decides to change the subject: ]
By the way, don't think I didn't see you over there with Eustace. You're the one who's been falling over tonight, oh so wise Gen.
[ And yes, she is still reasonably pressed over her nice accessories being used as weapons in an immature boy slap fight... in fact, she's feeling so pressed that she collects some of the condensation on her glass on the tips of her fingers, flicking some of the cold droplets right at Gen's face. ]
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Shouldn't I be saying that to you?
[ She's older than him? She knows what she's doing? Gen is just a little high schooler? And even though she looks insanely wobbly while she leans back on the table, too, she's too stubborn to admit that the laws of alcohol consumption dictate that she will in fact be more affected by that shot than him. She's tired of him always assuming she's going to fall over or get knocked off a boat, so she decides to change the subject: ]
By the way, don't think I didn't see you over there with Eustace. You're the one who's been falling over tonight, oh so wise Gen.
[ And yes, she is still reasonably pressed over her nice accessories being used as weapons in an immature boy slap fight... in fact, she's feeling so pressed that she collects some of the condensation on her glass on the tips of her fingers, flicking some of the cold droplets right at Gen's face. ]