[Tate cuts himself off because he sees the way the bottle flips between Derek's hands, and his stomach tightens the second that he sees it get tossed his way. It's higher this time and Tate's more aware of it coming, so when he hits it - it cracks immediately, splintering off into the woods. Glass rains down and Tate's messy with the follow through on his swing, because he's not into this a hundred percent.
That hit, however, was satisfying. He just doesn't want to admit it yet.]
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[Tate cuts himself off because he sees the way the bottle flips between Derek's hands, and his stomach tightens the second that he sees it get tossed his way. It's higher this time and Tate's more aware of it coming, so when he hits it - it cracks immediately, splintering off into the woods. Glass rains down and Tate's messy with the follow through on his swing, because he's not into this a hundred percent.
That hit, however, was satisfying. He just doesn't want to admit it yet.]
Happy? C'mon, I don't want to do this right now.