Y'know what, no, it wasn't. [ she handed him the bottle at his request, but now (if he's taken a drink) she's snagging it back to take another drink of her own. she doesn't ] It wasn't, because I don't care. I don't, he can do whatever he wants. Like, I guess he likes chicks who actually knife him, so whatever.

[ but he's gonna call her on it, on how she keeps saying she doesn't care but she so obviously is pissed right off. so she sinks down to lean her head on his shoulder, and after a second she says: ] I just wish it were my idea, y'know? [ to not be a sorta-thing. her tone's quieter there, less pissed-off and more like a word-filled sigh. nevermind that she herself has kissed a decent-sized handful of people who weren't kennex. that's different. ]