[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#cc33ff][center]Guinevere Stark[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s9.postimg.cc/6g2snw67z/teen_guin1_1.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr]	Guin's breath caught in her throat and her amused slightly taunting smirk vanished from her face as Tony dropped the bag in front of her. She bit her lip, trying to think of what to do or say. She knew that he was beyond angry - anger from him was something she could deal with. It just meant a screaming match between the two of them. No, his silence terrified her and she pulled out her headphones, bundling them up in her pocket as she finally remembered how to breathe. She opened her mouth in an effort to explain herself, but her chin started to wobble and then tears sprang up in her eyes. 

	She was glad Lance wasn't there yet. 

	Guin tried to look away, but she couldn't bring herself to. She was staring at Tony, knowing that he could easily send her back to rehab for this. She hadn't even used since she got out. The stash was just there as a safety net - or at least, that was what she told herself. She'd been intending on using the night before but she hadn't. However, if she had thought telling Tony that would help her, she would have done so in a heartbeat. [color=#cc33ff]"I see..."[/color] she whispered. [color=#cc33ff]"Good choice in lecture material..."[/color]