Room 528 - Late Thursday Evening

[icecoldfrost]

Emma had only meant to slip back to her room for a little bit, looking to grab some of the nice whiskey she liked having on-hand and take it back to the party for those who were still awake.

Except she seemed to be out. Again. With a sigh, she selected a bottle of champagne that had been gathering dust on her closet shelf. Oh well. At least this way they could make mimosas for breakfast...


[For the ginger frenemy, plz.]

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It would never lie!

"What--" Breathe, Jean. "--Are you getting out of it?" She countered.