Crystal stared at him as she ripped the cap of the bottle off and brought it to her lips. Before he could do anything to stop her, she downed half of the bottle in two gulps. She basically slammed the bottle back onto the counter, somehow not breaking it, wincing at the intense burn of the alcohol. "You can go f*ck yourself," she spat. "You know what, I'm going to ask you a question. What would you do if found out Juliettee got raped mercilessly by some d*uchebag frat boy then find that she got knocked up by the same b*stard? Hm?" She was gripping the bottle's neck pretty tightly, making it almost seem like she was going to bust the glass.
"The real cops?" Juliettee echoed, narrowing her eyes at the Hawaiian. "You do realize that eye witnesses saw Iridescent Girl and Crystal begin to beat up that man? If you went to the cops, you would risk revealing your identity." She was trying to put some sort of logic in Waiola's path before she did something she was going to regret.
"The real cops?" Juliettee echoed, narrowing her eyes at the Hawaiian. "You do realize that eye witnesses saw Iridescent Girl and Crystal begin to beat up that man? If you went to the cops, you would risk revealing your identity." She was trying to put some sort of logic in Waiola's path before she did something she was going to regret.