~twenty~ [action log!]
[Ema was hung over as hell the day after the Louvre Hotel event, and not without good reason. She's getting too old for that kind of drinking; four shots of tequila in rapid succession was perhaps not the wisest decision she's ever made. Still, it was totally worth it, even with the day-long headache and the vomiting that followed. The time alone with her boyfriend was very nice indeed.
Even now, she can't help but smile as she remembers it.
It's now Monday, and Ema has a package in the mail! Inside the box is the one thing that can make an already wonderful weekend even better: a bag of Snackoos. How she's missed them these past four months. Their delicious crunch, their sugary taste... she's salivating just thinking about them. Her initial instinct is to dig right in and eat the whole bag, but she hesitates. No, this bag needs to be savored, truly enjoyed. She'll just have a few, then hide the bag and go back to it once in awhile when she's really craving one. At first, she does exactly that, but then something occurs to her.
She lives with a psychic. More specifically, she lives with a psychic who's enough of an asshole to take her beloved snacks and either help himself or, worse, tamper with or destroy them somehow. She can't have that happen, so back to the original plan it is. She figures she should probably be annoyed, but she's just pleased that she has an excuse to binge like she is accustomed to doing.
Feel free to find Ema sitting on her front porch, munching happily on her regain. No, you can't have any.]
Even now, she can't help but smile as she remembers it.
It's now Monday, and Ema has a package in the mail! Inside the box is the one thing that can make an already wonderful weekend even better: a bag of Snackoos. How she's missed them these past four months. Their delicious crunch, their sugary taste... she's salivating just thinking about them. Her initial instinct is to dig right in and eat the whole bag, but she hesitates. No, this bag needs to be savored, truly enjoyed. She'll just have a few, then hide the bag and go back to it once in awhile when she's really craving one. At first, she does exactly that, but then something occurs to her.
She lives with a psychic. More specifically, she lives with a psychic who's enough of an asshole to take her beloved snacks and either help himself or, worse, tamper with or destroy them somehow. She can't have that happen, so back to the original plan it is. She figures she should probably be annoyed, but she's just pleased that she has an excuse to binge like she is accustomed to doing.
Feel free to find Ema sitting on her front porch, munching happily on her regain. No, you can't have any.]