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Evelyn was shoved forward when the unknown man burst into the room. She scoffed and turned to give the man a look as if to say "hello, a little privacy, please?" When he left, she locked the door and crossed her arms over her chest, following Clay into the bathroom. It was immaculate save for the empty bottles that littered the floor, and a busted one near the tub. There were also bloody clothes amongst the bottles. 

After she took the bathroom in, she watched Clay crawl into the bathtub, taking long swigs from the bottle he had taken from her. When he finally replied, he actually angered her. She knew he was lying. He hasn't been anywhere after the shit hit the fan, and then all of a sudden a fucking werewolf comes out of nowhere? Bullshit. 

Evelyn's body tensed and an bared her teeth, her fists balling up. In a sudden jerky movement, she lunged forward and snatched the offered bottle from the man. She then there it onto the floor, adding to the mess of broken glass with the addition of alcohol. "Don't lie to me," she shouted as she had to hold herself back from actually hitting him. If it was one thing an hated, it was someone who lied to her face. Especially when she knew they were lying. 

"You scared the shit out of me out there, goddamnit!"