"Hey, sorry, just having fun." I say, finishing my rum. I sit on my crate, crossing my arms. Suddenly, she faints. "That wasn't my fault." I say as the bottle shatters, leaving shards of glass everywhere.
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I frown at the man. "Is his wound that bad? Teddy didn't injure him that badly, right?"
I tentatively open the bottle.
Starting to grow dizzy, I fall to the ground and faint; the bottle smashing and breaking.