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Alexi looked down at the mess, then over to Meg as she threw her fit. "Do you know how much I paid for that!?" She asked before rising. Quickly, she was standing over Meg. She grabbed her by the throat, lifted her off the ground, and walked her back to her chair, stepping on and crushing the glass of the broken bottle on the floor. "Sit the fuck down, and shut up." She bent down, and pointed a finger in her face, now speaking in a low but serious tone, "Things are different now than they were. You think I've got time to sit around and babysit you like a child!? It's time for you to fucking grow up!" She smacked the woman on the back of her head, as if to knock sense into her. "Like the old times! you say. This isn't like the old times my dear. I gave up on you a long fucking time ago. It's time you choose sobriety for yourself. I can't waste my time with it anymore, just to have you relapse again and again as you've done." Alexi became so frustrated at the memories of having helped Meg time and time again, just to end up in the same place.