[The hook she'd take, but she paid for that shitty carbonated beverage and-- no she hadn't, but that's beside the point. It's still rude as hell, knocks the glass from her hand (pinches her fingers) and sprays soda all over her jacket. Twitches back, wrenching out of the range of that hook - though she can feel the way the air in front of her face changes from the swing, knows how close it was.
Shepard takes a fraction of a second to be offended, to take stock of her damp clothes and the spreading wet mark on the leg of her pants-- and then she strikes the bottle out of the way with her heel, sending it skittering and shrieking across the half pipe, rolling off the edge and away across the concrete.
And she launches herself at Parker: drives with her shoulder.]
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Shepard takes a fraction of a second to be offended, to take stock of her damp clothes and the spreading wet mark on the leg of her pants-- and then she strikes the bottle out of the way with her heel, sending it skittering and shrieking across the half pipe, rolling off the edge and away across the concrete.
And she launches herself at Parker: drives with her shoulder.]