"I'm not fucking joking, Jen!" she says, practically growling the words at you, suddenly grabbing you by the throat.
"Becky! What the fuck are you doing! What's wrong with you?! Let go of me!" Suddenly, something in you snaps and with unexpected strength, you swiftly knock her hand away and push her to the ground, baring your teeth.
Becky stays on the ground looking simultaneously shocked and hurt. Her previously feral demeanor gone. "Wha... How did you..." She asks in disbelief mostly to herself. "Maybe they got you after all."
"Got to me? Ok, seriously, for the last time, what is fucking going on?" you demand of Becky. This is getting really old and fast. "Answer me or I'm so fucking out of here!"
"Ok. Shit. Calm down," Becky says quickly. "Listen, it's not like I'm a fucking werewolf expert or anything..."
"AGAIN with the werewolf bullshit?" you interrupt with obvious frustration.
"Are you going to listen or not!" Becky exclaims. "Look, I don't know all the rules, just what little they told us."
"Who?" you interrupt again.
"The alpha male and female WEREWOLVES that we BOTH talked to last night! You know, the GUY that you were making out with and doing who knows what with... The guy that was in the room with you after you woke up? Anything ringing a bell?" Becky asks.
You shake your head no, still not remembering.
Becky breathes a sigh of frustration. "Jeez, this would be so much easier if you wouldn't have this stupid amnesia or whatever the hell it is. Honestly, I don't really know or remember what all happened to you. I was too busy ENJOYING myself, unlike some people," says Becky with that same earlier annoyed tone that set you off in the first place.
Becky seems to wait for the inevitable interruption from you but you decide to at least listen, hoping for some sort of explanation from within her nonsensical response.
Becky continues, "Anyway, they said the beer from the bar would turn anyone into a mindless werewolf but fresh fluid or whatever from one of the alphas would make someone an alpha like they were. And they chose US, Jen. Long story short, I GLADLY accepted their gift. But for some reason, you kept whining about it and were pretty much trying to get us KILLED instead of going along with it. Alphas can apparently be very, um, persuasive, though and I did see you at one point making out with the male. Not that I can blame you. He was hot."
"Wait! What?" You look skeptically at Becky for a few seconds before slowing saying, "So what you are telling me is that you are a werewolf now and that last night I made out with a werewolf... WHATEVER, Becky. I think I liked the lame drunken table dancing story better."
"Yeah, pretty much that's exactly what I'm saying," Becky says matter-of-factly with no hint of sarcasm. "Except you're missing one other part...." she adds.
"And what's that? That you're actually an escaped mental patient and forgot to tell me after all these years?" you ask dryly and laugh to yourself in an attempt to lighten the ridiculous conversation and tense mood.
"I wouldn't make too light of this, Jen," Becky warns. "Like I said, you declined, but I wasn't really in the best frame of mind last night. For all I know, you could be a werewolf now too. I guess we'll both find out for sure soon enough..."