"Oh, so you think you're the boss of me now?" Michelle snarled.
"Well, that is what my badge says," I reprimanded her, smiling at my clever comment. Cautiously, she stepped towards me, leaving only three inches between our motionless, callous faces.
The suffocating stench of the twelve cans of beer she downed in under ten minutes wrapped around me like a thick blanket. The foamy whites of her eyes had quickly transformed into a fiery red glare, while her hands trembled with built up resentment towards me.
"Watch your back, kid." And with that, Michelle confidently staggered back to the fly infested screen door, struggling to find the concrete steps that lead back to the cabin.
"Watch your drinking," I muttered under my breath.