( she was almost nice and this is how she's repaid? more scavenging around like a starving, particularly rude animal? she presses dark tipped fingers to her temple, feeling the annoyance migraine just tempting under the skin. she doesn't deserve this, any of this. all those people she's killed and those girls she lured to their traumatic sacrificial deaths still didn't qualify her for this kind of undead suffering. )

Oh my god, you are completely useless. Get out of the way. ( how loving. she stands up, circling the bar in clear stomps and she does not care if the walking identity crisis actually moved or not, she'll shove him aside with her leg to find the green fairy for him.

and she will relinquish it, though she notably takes a finder's fee first. the heavy licorice taste doesn't do that much for her, truthfully, and absinthe hasn't had quite the same kick since the 1800s. but right about now, it'll do, and she takes her glug straight from the bottle. then she then slams the bottle into Skyler's chest, and since he's determined to inflict his presence on her, then he's perfect to air her frustrations toward. ) Why does everyone have to drag me into their psychotic breaks? Green, red, blue, you people are like the worst bag of skittles I've ever had.