Zainne's face was forcefully swiveled to look at her. This wasn't the first time she got slapped. It didn't surprise her with the lack of sting it should've inflicted; it felt numb.
"Take that as a warning, slut!" She stormed off, disappearing in the crowd.
The people's eyes never left Zainne. To everyone's amazement, she giggled. Totally drunk.
She wobbled when she stood up.
"I just got b*tch-slapped! And it was good! LET’S GO PARTY!" She yelled, making everyone shout with her, and resumed their business. "Woop, woop!" She raised both of her hands, swaying them in the process.
"Zainne! Zainne!" Thalia called her.
"What-u…p?" She slurred. Stumbling in front of her.
"You’re drunk," she said, with concern laced in her voice. "What happened back there?"
"She slapped me…in…the face."
