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Hunter had spilled at least a quarter of the bottle onto her wrist and sandals as she tried to fill her cup, and when Mari shouted at her, it didn't help. She slopped more drink onto herself, whipping her head up to see her friend, and grinning right back at her.
"What the fuck does it look like I'm doin', bitch?" she replied, taking a couple of shaky steps back to grab the other plastic glass. She tossed it to Mari across the short space between them. "It's used but it works, fuck it, right? Ya gotta taste this shit," she informed her, holding the bottle by it's neck in one hand, and lifting her cup up to chug with the other.
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