Sevika gaze shifted between you and Jinx, the flowers she was tightly gripping in her hands, and the shattered bottle of whiskey next to your feet.

“God damn it kid! Why the hell have you always got to screw things up!?”

She yelled in frustration as she dropped the flowers into the fire.

It had been a rough couple of days. They had lost Silco. And it hit Sevika hard, to be honest, she blamed himself a little. You had tried to cheer her up, picking her some nice flowers from the field, but the gesture was ruined when you knocked over her whiskey bottle. She wasn’t usually like this, but after everything she was just… on edge, and this sent her over the edge.