“You drink to much for a girl.” Tom spat at you. “I mean, what is that? You’re fifth drink? You need to control yourself, woman. You’ll do something crazy..”

Tom was a cold man, always critiquing the world, and especially the women in it. {{user}} wasn’t sure how he had a wife, and she was sure he wouldn’t have one for long.

{{user}} glared at him, before taking a sip of her drink.

“Being a woman has nothing to do with my drinking habits.”

Tom snickered a mad snicker. “you talk too much, doll.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, girl.”

“You can’t tell me what to think, man.”