Anthony was at an impasse with himself, now, as it seemed. On one hand, he had no idea anymore about what the hell is going on, and on the other he's still kind of fucking pissed.

But, he also didn't like her very much so he was mostly just pissed.

Anthony recoiled from the touch, very close to swatting her hand away, but she moved away before he could do that, sadly.

"What the hell?" he finally voiced his thoughts, now also going into the bar. Fuck all this—Anthony doesn't usually do shit to people because he's mad or confused, but her vibes are so bad that he might just have to make an exception. And he's still bitter about being elbowed in the stomach.