Brooklyn had a bad tendency of justifying her own wrong actions as being right, and crucifying people for their own wrong actions without giving them even a partial benefit of the doubt. That was something that was very true tonight, when she didn't consider that maybe Roman had reason to be in the bad mood that he was clearly in. It wasn't clear in a direct sense, where his face was shaded red and there was smoke coming out of his ears, but just in how unexpectedly biting his words were. He first brought up Nick's affair with Cara, which automatically shifted Brooklyn's disposition. Had she not been so caught off guard, she might have actually struck him across the face just for that, but then he continued, and called out Makayla on needing Cara to give her free rent, and that just seemed like a low blow. It was something that probably wasn't too low for her to say, because after all, Brooklyn had a tendency of saying a lot of things that were cringe worthy, but in her mind it was easier to justify than Roman saying it. Brooklyn was the one who had to deal with Holly waking her up and touching her things and annoying her. Brooklyn was the one who had went out of her way to get Makayla and job, and a pretty good one at that! She had a right to be nasty to those girls because her actions otherwise, proved that the bad things she did could be balanced out by the good. It was like how Brooklyn felt like she could jokingly be mean to Roman, because they were on that level where there was an understanding that it wasn't serious. Roman definitely was not on any sort of level close to that with Makayla, and just by the way he said it, Brooklyn could tell that he wasn't trying to be funny or amusingly passive aggressive. He was just being an asshole, and Makayla's reaction to it showed that she interpreted it in the same way.
She waited until Makayla was gone before snatching the bottle of vodka back from his hands, and getting to her feet. "Are you kidding me?" she nearly growled, a stark change in disposition from the happier drunk she had been just minutes before. The only similarity, really, was that just as she was being a bit overly happy compared to her normal self, before, she was also being overly angry and dramatic, given the circumstances. "Go fuck yourself, Roman. I make a reference to how crazy Cara is for calling you a heroin addict, and you think it's okay to fucking rub it in my face that Nick slept with another person? And you think it's okay to criticize this girl for not being able to pay her rent? Because forgive me if I'm wrong, but wasn't it your fucking ass that I took in at Finn's when you were just some little homeless bitch washing dishes? And fuck, wasn't it your little bitch ass that Nick and I decided to let room with us when we moved out of there? Because we didn't wanna rent a studio apartment and have to leave you for dead? Isn't that right?" Now, she was making it seem like having Roman around was more of a chore or a pity action than it really was, and it genuinely wasn't that way, but she was drunk and willing to claim that to prove her point. "But this girl who's supporting her mentally-fucking-challenged sister needs to feel like shit on Christmas Eve because you've grown a pair of balls overnight, huh? Get the fuck out of here and don't hit me up anymore." By then, it was probably pretty obvious that she was being far more dramatic than necessary, and the alcohol was definitely playing a big part in that. She had been standing just a foot or so away from him as she berated his behavior, but turned back to the table, shaking her head and stating, "that pissed me off", more to herself than to him, as she snatched her phone angrily from the counter. "You better hurry back over to your apartment. Is it your turn to get on your knees for Nick tonight, or the other way around?" she taunted, expecting him to already be on his way out, and not wanting to give him a chance to fire back at her, as she kept her eyes focused on her phone while typing out a message to someone who she hadn't spoken to in weeks.
To: Nick
Get your little fuckboy out of my apartment before I stab him