He honestly considers throwing the damn cup to (or at) her. What the hell?
He doesn't. Mostly because she's too far away and it's not very aerodynamic so it wouldn't anywhere near reach, and he's worked hard for this damn cup, okay? He's not going to just throw it on the floor.
As for the "just saying he wanted a cup" bit, he fairly glowers at her. She's not keeping up with the plot here very well, in his considered opinion (And seriously, you try to do something nice for someone...). So he gives her a very flat, unimpressed bitch, please sort of face, lifts thumb and forefinger to his temple, and mimes shooting himself in the head. Well that one's pretty unambiguous, at least.
And then he stalks back towards his chair, nearly stumbling over strewn plastic cups on the way, sending the few that cross his path spinning. When he gets there, he bends over almost artfully, picks the bottle of whiskey up off the floor where he'd left it, and makes a display of pouring about three shots worth into the cup. (It's possible that said display is merely the result of him taking great care to pour into the cup and not spill liquor everywhere.)
Finally, he turns a little unsteadily--it's good that it's a big cup with relatively little in it--and extends the cup in her direction with a defiant shove. Here.
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He doesn't. Mostly because she's too far away and it's not very aerodynamic so it wouldn't anywhere near reach, and he's worked hard for this damn cup, okay? He's not going to just throw it on the floor.
As for the "just saying he wanted a cup" bit, he fairly glowers at her. She's not keeping up with the plot here very well, in his considered opinion (And seriously, you try to do something nice for someone...). So he gives her a very flat, unimpressed bitch, please sort of face, lifts thumb and forefinger to his temple, and mimes shooting himself in the head. Well that one's pretty unambiguous, at least.
And then he stalks back towards his chair, nearly stumbling over strewn plastic cups on the way, sending the few that cross his path spinning. When he gets there, he bends over almost artfully, picks the bottle of whiskey up off the floor where he'd left it, and makes a display of pouring about three shots worth into the cup. (It's possible that said display is merely the result of him taking great care to pour into the cup and not spill liquor everywhere.)
Finally, he turns a little unsteadily--it's good that it's a big cup with relatively little in it--and extends the cup in her direction with a defiant shove. Here.