Tess sets the bottle down in favour of her shot, but it takes her a second to knock it back. She has to brace herself. It's not going to go down right, but here she is anyway, feeling watched. No right moves.

"I know," she replies, finally. "Because I was mad and felt fucked over, and fucking you up was the fastest way to make you regret it."

She leans over the bar and drops the empty shot glass into the sink. Fuck any more of that.