[hr][center][h1][color=fff79a]Claire McManus[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Tapri
[b]Interacting With:[/b] [@POOHEAD189] [@Pundii]
[b]Time/Date:[/b] Morning/August 2nd, 2016
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	Claire gasped as the water went down the back of her shirt. She should have expected that, it was her own fault for not immediately moving when Joel stood up. She knew he was going to do something but she had half expected for him to fling his food at her. Taking the napkins she was offered she looked at Alc and tilted her head to the side. [color=fff79a]"Yeah... thaaaanks,"[/color] she said to him. He was trying to help but damn, he might as well handed her the entire stack from the box. Cleaning off her hands she dropped the napkins on the table and pulled out a small bit of cash, dropping it there as well before she stood up. 

	[color=fff79a]"Oh it's on now,"[/color] she laughed with a smirk on her lips before suddenly a handful of dripping ice cubes were shoved down the front of his pants and then she darted out the door laughing. Nearly choking on the heat and humidity as she did but she knew if she didn't make a break for it Joel would get her back. She knew he still would but if they ended up in a tumble like they normally did she would rather have it out in the streets than in the place. It was one thing to put on a show, it was another go to crashing through the windows. Which, had happened before. 

	She could help but keep laughing as she spun around and kept an eye on the front door. She knew she was acting like a child but she didn't care. What was the point of life if you weren't going to have fun. Sure, she had had a rough time growing up. People picked on her, she was a short little thing that grew up on the South Side of Boston. Between her brothers and the neighborhood she had leaned to fight not for fun or flair but for actual survival. Still, it didn't bother her now that she was an adult. Everything she had been through had made her who she was and she loved who she was. Judging people that meant no harm because of what others did to them was far more immature and petty than a little drink fight at the breakfast table.