Kate was in a mood and it wasn't a good one. This was the first time she'd been able to drink in nearly a year and her new drink to drunk ratio was wholly unacceptable. Kate prided herself on being able to best the blokes, but tonight she'd been out-drank by one of the bloody reserves and that would not do.
Now, Kate was stumbling drunk and a loud one at that. Telling anyone within earshot about how much her fresh, "mummy tits" hurt, which he found to be hilarious and even offered to nurse the birthday boy. Spinnet's face had turned a nice shade of green when she'd told him, much to Kate's delight and then she was off to the bar, for another drink, when she was tripped up because someone kicked out their legs into her path.
"You bleeding cunt!" Kate shrieked after she'd been sent tumbling. She'd seen that it was a woman, but hadn't caught a face on her drunken topple to the floor.
Pushing herself up, Kate flipped around with a nasty glare and a toss of her red locks. Her eyes widened a little to see Cadwallader looking just as angry, gripping the bar.
"Oh," she mused bitterly. Kate assumed, of course, that the trip had been intentional. "Another jealous bint for me to step on," she spat as she slowly got to her feet, using the bar as support. "Just lovely."
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