[ That's all he's got to give. Tate might not feel like throwing bottles, but Derek still kind of does. While he clinks two of them together, Derek picks up a third, grabbing it by the neck - he reels back, he throws, and it doesn't make it all the way down to the beach before it breaks, but it gets close. Derek narrows his eyes, vaguely annoyed, then picks up another. ]
It was either this or taking you to the den and putting you in front of my punching bag. Figured this was more your speed.
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[ That's all he's got to give. Tate might not feel like throwing bottles, but Derek still kind of does. While he clinks two of them together, Derek picks up a third, grabbing it by the neck - he reels back, he throws, and it doesn't make it all the way down to the beach before it breaks, but it gets close. Derek narrows his eyes, vaguely annoyed, then picks up another. ]
It was either this or taking you to the den and putting you in front of my punching bag. Figured this was more your speed.