Fuckin' Carlson. Why you shut down Anton? She is quite literally going to beat you up.
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Anton watched Ryan walk away with hungry eyes and made herself comfy on her chair. She should really come her regularly - force Ryan into working weeks, perhaps? Anton didn't really know how she felt about Ryan. His eyes are so dreamy... She was awoken by a rapid voice in her ear.
"You are done drinking."
"Fuck off Carlson. I can drink as much as I intend to. Which, like all of the rest of my private life, is none of your business."
Anton watched Thomas being tended to by, literally, everyone. She took this as an opportunity to get away from Carlson, and lifting herself over the bar, went into the cooler room where she found Ryan.
"Hey, Ryan? I've waited long enough, where do you store my Vodka?"
She began rooting through cupboards without waiting for an answer. 'Fuckin' Ryan,' she thought.
Strangely enough, that didn't bother Mori at all, what bothered her was the fact that Carlson was giving all the attention to Anton, who did what she knew best – victimize herself with overdrinking, and then getting all the attention for it.
''Carlson!'' she called for her partner, who didn't seem to hear her the first time. ''God dammit, Carlson!'' she called for him again, and then walked herself right next to him, right at the moment Antony managed to get away from his norturing grip. ''Something's up,'' she said through her teeth, looking at Carlson to see if he was monitoring his surroundings at all. ''Something is not right here. I can feel it.''
"Huh?" He turned, seeing the tail end of a hulking man leave with something red and white. ". . . . Oh. Er, okay. A rum and cola, please. . ." Kalib said, awkwardly seating himself at the bar.