Blackwater Islands Another drink down the drain

You are really going to stand there and drop that bullshit? Now Bridget did push herself to her feet, standing unsteadily and staring with a mixture of disbelief and affront. She might not remember the night, but she knew that was an outright lie. And it was a damn cocky one for the woman to make, to assume that Bridget wouldn't know herself well enough to know if she'd agree to that sort of shit. The fucking balls on her.

You still haven't said why. For how rough she was feeling, she was also feeling a little cagey. Her pelt prickled with static irritation, the sensation carrying though to her gut and making it surprisingly tempting to lunge at The Speaker right now and try to take her muzzle to the floor. It was a fight she was currently winning, but the struggle wasn't all that easy to hide. She'd be on her ass in two seconds flat, no doubt, but that didn't mean she was willing to be smart about this.