She was bored, hungry, had cramps and deathly, deathly alone. All in all, things weren't looking so bright for the werewolf currently. With a scowl and a flattening of her ears, Kik kicked one nazi-booted foot up onto the kitchen tabletop, causing the ever-present ashtray to jump slightly. "I was only fifteen years old, but I'd never felt so free~" She sighed out, a half-assed attempt at singing out loud. Half a sigh, half a growl rumbled up from the girl's chest to her throat, past her lips, and furrowing her brows, her booted heel came down onto the table again. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. Over and over again the boot came thudding down, the thought of what Kara would do for scuffing up the kitchen table never once crossing her mind.
"Bastard!" Kik barked, catching the glass bottle as it was chucked at (what she believed to be on purpose) her head. "Don't throw that shit, stupid!" She snarled, though, there were no -real- traces of venom to her voice. The glare from Kara did little more than make the werewolf grin, canines glinting in the dim light of the room as she shrugged, cocking her hip out to one side. "Yea' yea' yea'. I'll do it, I'll do it," She dismissed the issue with a wave of her hand, making damn sure to sway her hips and tail extra hard as she began to saunter on back towards the stairs leading back up. "I'll clean it in the mornin', you two just make sure to stop polluting the place with aaaaangsty-smangsty-shit." She chuckled, disappearing up the stairs before another retort could be thrown.