"Soph-Before you say anything..."
Nate was stunned to see Sophie in his house...again.
"No, Nate! I specifically told you not to go to that meeting with Sterling! And you didn't listen!"
Nate sighed. Favoring his right leg (where he had taken a lot of hits) as he walked to his bar.
"Sophie. He was in danger!" He pleaded with her. To spare the long-make-me-feel-guilty-speech.
"I don't care, Nate! You were in danger. Has Sterling ever helped you out when you needed it?" She placed her hands on her hips.
"He's helped me out before..." Nate tried to convince the Grifter.
"Yeah, but only if he owed you. He's never went out of his way to help you out! Has he!?"
Nate sighed grabbing the Jameson bottle he was saving for Saturday. Saturday couldn't come too soon! He thought.
"Has he!?" She pressed on as she stepped closer. Nate shut his eyes, trying his best to ignore the lecture.
"Nate!" Sophie shouted. It was getting on her nerves that Nate was ignoring her. "What?!"
He finally shouted when he had had enough.
She pursed her lips in anger and snatched Nate's glass away from him before spilling it into the sink.
Nate snickered and grabbed the bottle of Jameson.
Forget the glass! I didn't even need it anyway!
Sophie angrily stormed away and left Nate with his bottle of liquor.
The Jameson isn't the problem. I don't know why Sophie's taking all her anger out on my drink! God! What's with that lady!?