Meredith's face turned redder with each new word that came out of his mouth, and none of it was embarrassment over his assumptions about her. Okay, most of it wasn't. But either way, it was more or less wholly anger over the fact that he was trying to turn this around on her, and annoyance at the feeling she was getting that he might actually have been telling the truth. She was, however, a prideful teenager--and a slightly tipsy one at that--and those two things thrown together did not generally make for the best judgment.
It didn't help that she totally couldn't stand this guy and was not about to tell him, all upset-like, 'oh sorry, sir, right away, sir!' Oh no, he was not about to get that sort of satisfaction.
"You want the alcohol?" she asked him, her hand gripping her cup tightly. What she was about to do was potentially really stupid, but Merlin would it make her feel better right about now. So Meredith stopped thinking about it, and just did it. "Have it." With that, she threw the contents of the glass at him and turned around to storm off once more.
He could fucking arrest her, but he deserved that.
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