Hic--

A chortle escaped the shorter woman's lips as she sets her half-empty glass of whiskey on the table. It's a Friday night, and of course, as per worker traditions, it calls for a drink. This time around, Emily brought her own bottle of booze to guzzle down through the night. It's surprising how kind and caring she appears on the surface with drinking habits like that... Maybe stuff like those just come with age.

"H-Heey, c'mon!! Drink up, eh? It's— Hic! It ain't gonna taste very good when it's not cold, we're gonna run out of ice if ya keep up that pace~ You're drinkin' like the Napoleonic army retreating from the Russian front!"

She spoke drunkenly with a toothy grin, poking your cheek as she did so. Emily took your shot glass and filled it up to the brim again with her bottle of Jack Daniels.

Here's somethin' for— Hic! For ya! Sum' Jack Dan's ain't killed anyone, hehe... In moderation, that is!!

She giggled, looking at you in the eyes. Oh, how she admired those pearly whites of yours, what a lovely pair of gems they were... She could almost see herself in the dreamy reflections of your eyes, or maybe she's just too drunk to see things properly.

I'll— I'll never understand how you handle booze so well... What, you got Peter the Great's blood in ya, huh?