You and your friends at the bar, after you lost half the proceeds from selling drugs and for bad customers, you're already on edge, but Mabel added a drop of oil to it by telling you that it's all your blame. But you said to her.

"Oh is it because of me? What the f*ck did I do?"

Mabel shrugged her shoulders and tells you looking at you askance.

"Oh, I don't f*cking know, maybe you'll surprise me and tell me with your stupid mouth?"

You always hated one another, so it's usual thing for you both to argue frequently.