Michael wrapped vines around Vals feet as she threw the flask back at him, tripping her. "This isn't a game we've all come to play you know?" Michael rubbed his forehead angrily and picked up his flask putting it back in his pocket, relizing it was empty he swore. "That'll be the last time, don't ever put your dirty fuckin hands on my flask again, and I mean that." Disrespect, she had no idea what he had gone through to get the liquor, and he didn't even want to think about the sentimental value of the flask or he'd hate the girl.