What about the smirk hiding inside his words made her snap at him?
It was more of a sneer — she was sure of it.
A fish hook snarled under thin lips.
She snarled at herself in the mirror
bare, uneven teeth;
red rising — blotchy and adamant.
“Fuck You” — she had mouthed the words softly at him.
Lips tucked and flipped.
She did it now.
No one at the party saw.
But everyone saw the glass of rum splashed onto her face.
Gasps echoed her,
Prickled her skin
as she emptied into the bathroom.