[ Clara considers Caitlyn a friend, and by now, she feels like she knows her well enough. Well enough, at least, to know she isn't a beer-chugging arm wrestler.
What the hell?
She doesn't seem to be in danger, but it's not her. Clara makes her way over, glaring at someone who gets in her way. She's small, but intimidating when she's worried. ]
Caitlyn!
[ She shouts to be heard over the noise, and when that doesn't work, she brings out her very loud, stern, teacher voice. ]
Get down off the table right now.
[ She isn't angry, just worried Caitlyn is going to drunkenly fall and break her neck. Then what are they gonna do? ]
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What the hell?
She doesn't seem to be in danger, but it's not her. Clara makes her way over, glaring at someone who gets in her way. She's small, but intimidating when she's worried. ]
Caitlyn!
[ She shouts to be heard over the noise, and when that doesn't work, she brings out her very loud, stern, teacher voice. ]
Get down off the table right now.
[ She isn't angry, just worried Caitlyn is going to drunkenly fall and break her neck. Then what are they gonna do? ]