[centre][b]~Anton~[/b][/centre]

"Yeah, yeah." Anton muttered, whizzing around and flushing the toilet. So much for "drowning her sorrows". More like drowning sick down a toilet. She was highly regretting puking it up; once a month was far too little time to drink good strong Vodka. She mentally slapped herself for not being able to survive the Vodka, and burst out the bathroom door only to collide with Ryan pounding on the door. "Ryan! You scared the shit out of me! Look, I heard you the first time, ok? Now I need more Vodka. And [i]please[/i] don't tell me you only got one bottle AGAIN!" She strode over to a dank table that had not been wiped properly, sat down, and waited expectantly for Ryan to bring her anything.