She should probably have just left, but he was damn well not going to win with that grin on his face. She hates cocky little shits like him, and even more so when they're drunk and convinced of their own superiority. She should have just walked away. Or punched him in the face. Either one, although the hitting sounded more appealing right now.

She did roll her eyes and glare. He wants a staring contest, fine. She's got nowhere to be and years of practice being a bitch.

"That's what I thought. You seem like the type to leave a mess for someone else to clean up."