“Jesus, you’re still here?” I blurted out, cutting her off. “Well, make yourself useful, then, and open this.” I reached for the bottle of OJ on the edge of the table where I’d left it, found it, and handed it to her over my shoulder. Juice splashed out from where the cap wasn’t tightened properly, and I heard her gasp. “Ugh, Winter!” she yelled. I winced. “Oh, it was already open? Sorry. I’m so blind.”
