"Where did you leave them?" John shouted from the top of the stairs.
"On the bedside table!" Carol's pitch and tone said a lot more that the words.
(more) "Ok" John headed into the bedroom, out of earshot. "Alright like, take it easy. I'm not the one who didn't put the asprin back in the medicine drawer last night. I'm not the one who drank two bottles of red wine. I'm not the one who made a total disgrace of herself. Again."
"Found them." John thumped his way slowly down the stairs. He was taking his time, while rattling the pills a bit too much.
"Can you quit it?" Again with the tone.
"Making so much noise!"
"Oh I'm so sorry love. I forgot."
He threw the container towards Carol. She was never a great one for sports and especially now with slightly slower reactions. Also given that he was aiming the lob as well, it struck her squarely between the eyes.
"Jesus John!! For fuck sake!"
"Oh no! Sorry!" He covered his grin with an attempt at fake empathy.
"I know you meant that."
John sat back down and picked up his book. The TV was on but was muted, like the mood in the room. He checked the score. Still nil nil. He wasn't too interested in the game but he knew the flickering images would be difficult for her. Keeping the sound off helped maintain his facade of consideration.
"I'm never drinking again." Carol moaned, one arm draped across her closed eyes.
John started page 143 for the fifth time.
"Why do you let me drink so much?"
"I don't know love."
"You don't care do you. You probably think I deserve this."