[ what more does a girl need? that vial, for one. she swipes unkindly at his legs as he staggers, tail hooking behind his knees to take them out, but Svetka is going for the pool table. lunging for it, honestly—she brings a booted heel up and plants it on the lip and puts power into the shove, sending it groaning across the floor and into the wall.
no subject
rip to the bottles. ]