Emily was... freaking out.
She had no idea what to do for this specific meeting, and so had bought ice cream, beer, liquor, chips, dips, popcorn, cheesecake and had three different take-out places in her mind for "actual" food.
It would all be eaten eventually, but that was the moment she realised she couldn't imagine Brigit having a sweet tooth.
She has blankets and has actually tidied away (by which she means hoofed everything into her bedroom). The rooms are almosts suspiciously empty of empty bottles and cigarette paraphinalia. A pair of scented candles light merily on the coffee table.
They weren't helping.
Emily knocked back her fourth bourbon and checked the clock for the seventh time in the last minute.
Brigit would be here soon.