His jaw ticked as he was shoved away with a shout, the help he’d been trying to deliver rudely tossed aside. He had only been trying to balance her and explain who he was. Her reaction was uncalled for and it made him want to shout something back, but that wasn’t who he was. So he stayed silent, his lips pursed. He remembered why he never really extended any sorts of kindness to strangers especially those whose breath smelled of whiskey. The girl didn’t even look old enough to be consuming such a thing but then again he wasn’t either. He stood there for a moment with his arms folded before he waved his hand dismissively, “Fine, I hope you can get home without falling flat on your ass.” He cast one last look at her before starting in the other direction.
The shattering of glass reverberated throughout the alleyway. But none of the two moved to make notice of the scene, settling for a silent stare down instead. Muscles full of tension, they were ready for action, if so needed. Though with the combination of alcohol in her system, Minzy wasn't sure how well she could actually defend herself or at least make a clean getaway. But she sure as hell wasn't going to rely on a stranger to bring her back home. At the thought of home, her mind began to wander. With her current state of mind, it was obvious to the both of them that she would have trouble making her way back. And that could be exactly was he wanted. It clicked in her mind for what the young male was really after (or what she assumed he was after), and with that, brown hues glared with disgust.
"I don't need your damn attitude right now, and I sure as hell don't need your help." With that being said, the rebel turned on her heels, ready to leave but then a sudden throbbing of pain attacked. She winced at the gnawing sensation in her mind, dainty hands reaching to cradle her head.
