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.]