Leaving the Group, Emily roots around in her jacket pulling out a purse and presses a hundred onto the bar ordering several shots and another pair of cosmopolitans, as if ordering for everyone. However, shortly after the first shot glass hits the bar, Emily begins systematically draining them one at a time.
After four, she glances sideways to see if anyone followed her. Hopefully Mable had. Then she returns to her shots, trying to silence the voice in her head.
We should break things off. Too dangerous.
Shut up.
She lied to us.
And we lied to her! Shut Up! Maybe we can work through this!
Gulp. Another gone.
We need to know what she is.
Gulp. And another.
Are you going to shut up now? Let me think?
....
Good.
Stupid werewolf liver. Makes Dutch Courage so much harder to do.
Trembling fingers pull out her tobacco pouch and Emily starts rolling a cigarette unsteadily.
@Mabel Wood Psychangel