EMMELINE:
âoh no â whatever it is, save it for tomorrow. iâm off duty ââ barely glancing up from the whiskey that had her undivided attention, it had been one of those days  â the type that just left a sour taste in your mouth, no matter how much she had tried âshe couldnât stop the disaster that was today. what she had SEEN had left her wanting to drown in whiskey and thatâs how she ended up where she was right at this very second â
EMMA:
â youâve dropped something. â emma cleared her throat and set the small coin pouch in front of the brunette before settling into the seat beside her and hailing over the bartender with a soft smile and a contrastingly abrupt flick of a wrist. â my guess is youâll need that to settle the tab. â
