[Suddenly Abigail isn't too sure. Maybe she should leave. Maybe she's done enough.]
[But then again, she's been too cowardly to stand by Alana's side before - to let Alana stand by hers. Squaring her shoulders, she steps up to the counter and grabs the beer bottles, one in each hand. Then she moves around the kitchen, looking for the trash can. When she pulls it out from under the cabinet, she stares at it intently for a second, like if she blinks she loses. And maybe she does.]
[She holds one bottle back over her head. Her voice is quiet, intent.]
Fire in the hole.
[And she throws it into the bottom of the can with all her might. It crashes and cracks, though it doesn't shatter entirely. The noise is enough to make her jump, but she feels satisfied.]
[Even if Alana won't break things, Abigail is more than happy to.]
spam; thank you, benevolent crystal-god, for ignoring my failings
[But then again, she's been too cowardly to stand by Alana's side before - to let Alana stand by hers. Squaring her shoulders, she steps up to the counter and grabs the beer bottles, one in each hand. Then she moves around the kitchen, looking for the trash can. When she pulls it out from under the cabinet, she stares at it intently for a second, like if she blinks she loses. And maybe she does.]
[She holds one bottle back over her head. Her voice is quiet, intent.]
Fire in the hole.
[And she throws it into the bottom of the can with all her might. It crashes and cracks, though it doesn't shatter entirely. The noise is enough to make her jump, but she feels satisfied.]
[Even if Alana won't break things, Abigail is more than happy to.]