"He what?" He shuts the door after her a little harder than necessary because he's that mad at Bradley for calling her that, taking a seat next to her on the couch.

"Do you want me to kick his ass?" Because he's more than willing to do it. When she offers the bottle to him, he wonders if drinking is such a good idea right now but she probably needs a friend to get drunk with and bitch about her boyfriend, so he takes the bottle from her and swallows down a gulp of vodka, wincing slightly afterwards. "You're so not a whore..."