“You win!” Forerim told her, hoping it would calm her in some way.

“Fuck you!” Karli shot at him, throwing his arm away from her and elbowing him in the ribs all in the same motion.

Grabbing his side, he forgot her movements would be faster without the suit. Neither drunk enough to not care nor sober enough to watch his words, he pointed at her thoughtfully as he backed away.

“You weren’t supposed to follow me,” he remarked with disappointment. “I was going to have fun tonight. Fun... That which you are not and something you generate none of,” he informed her, afraid to turn his back on her.

“Than go have fun!” she told him, refusing to lose her dangerous tone.

“I can’t now...” he replied in defeat. “You ruined it. I have to take you all the way back to camp now and by then I will be dead sober... because you’ll probably kill me along the way.”