“Doesn’t matter.” In all honesty she had no clue what could make her either happy or angry with him. Blaine was always just, there. He was a pretty face with talent. Not nice enough to piss her off, but not mean enough to match her WIT. Thanks to his exterior and personality being so present, Santana actually felt almost better. Having him around wasn’t irritating, it was quite the opposite. So she did him the honor of gracing him with her company, and drinking time. “Thank you, grease ball.” && with that, she began downing the drink.
“Grease ball,” Blaine frowned like she wounded him deeply with the name calling. Even gave one of those little hurt humphs that jarred him i his seat and a low browed, forehead crinkling pout. “I’ll have you know,” up those eyebrows went so he could make his point very clear, “that name calling is hurtful, Santana. I would expect better than that from my future drinking partner.” His light tone and overdone facial expressions said he was clearly messing right back with her and having a round not only at her expense but his own, too. “I’m going to be hating life in the morning. I can already tell by the smell of this. How much as it? Four dollars a bottle?” Bottoms up anyway! Just breathe through the nose and try not to choke!
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