[Tate takes a hearty swig of beer, which does taste like piss, and moves to set down his can - before taking a second swig first. He balances it on the balcony away from where they are, going back to the crate of bottles; he picks two up by the neck and just boredly clinks them together a few times - while staring off into the woods. He was going to throw them, but now he's not so sure.]
I was really angry, coming here. I feel... better now.
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[Tate takes a hearty swig of beer, which does taste like piss, and moves to set down his can - before taking a second swig first. He balances it on the balcony away from where they are, going back to the crate of bottles; he picks two up by the neck and just boredly clinks them together a few times - while staring off into the woods. He was going to throw them, but now he's not so sure.]
I was really angry, coming here. I feel... better now.