Danielle launched herself out of the bathroom, fueled by rage, stumbling straight up to Seth's face. He'd moved into the room further, no longer standing in her puke. She stared him down angrily.
"You. You’re the problem!” She poked him in the chest. “I was having a great time! For the first time ALL NIGHT I was finally having FUN! Then you… Mr. Responsible, Mr. Sober, Mr. f*****g Buzzkill! You just barge in here like you own the f*****g place!"
“Um… we ARE in his house, Danielle…” Christina giggled lightly.
Danielle ignored her. “I don't need a f*****g babysitter! Go be boring somewhere else!”
Danielle stumbled and grabbed the end of the bed to stabilize herself. Seth raised his eyebrows and turned his head toward Christina.
"Do you want to carry her?"
Christina, still tipsy, sighed
