#emery|interaction.

after a relatively stressful day with executives breathing down her throat, emery grabs a bottle of wine on her way home and calls dowoon. he's, unconsciously, become her sounding board on the more tricky days. an unusual friendship, perhaps, but for whatever reason it seems to work out well enough. she's already opened the bottle by the time that he turns up and finds herself to be charged in a way that she isn't normally. "do you want a drink or something?" she offers after letting him in, "i'm sure i have... something around you might like, maybe. i wasn't actually planning on having company but... you know."

backing singer and guitarist in some hyped-up indie band? not what emery signed up for but it was what the label wanted. she also hadn’t signed up for dealing with groupies. especially not very stubborn groupies who happened to show up at their last four shows and each of the afterparties. namely, the one currently stood beside her at the bar. “listen. if you want drew to get with you, you’re going to have to figure that one out. buying me drinks isn’t going to make me put in a good word, or whatever it is that you’re trying to do.” 

"i saw you hide something behind your back."

"you're the one who told me to let off some steam," emery reasons, shoulders lifting in a small shrug. was that not an invitation to turn up at their place in an outfit that left barely anything to the imagination? "so i thought we'd... have i got this all wrong?"

"why won't they nap at the same time? it's not like we can do the cry it out method either because if one of them starts sobbing then it'll wake the other up!" emery's voice grew from a whisper to something a little more frantic, though thankfully it didn't seem to rouse the baby she was bouncing in her arms.

"so, the label really like the demo and they want it to be recorded but — you know, with me actually singing it for once. it does mean i have to fly out there and i guess if it all goes well i'd maybe have to move there. for a while, at least. if recording goes well. i don't know." in a rare display of excitement, emery rambles on and on before eventually realising what she's saying. taking pause, she glances cautiously at them, "i'd be stupid not to go, wouldn't i?"

"i swear — i'll leave. one more snarky comment and i'm gone and then what the fuck are you going to do without me?" emery is trying to call their bluff; hoping she looks even slightly intimidating with her narrowed gaze and crossed arms.

sliding the test facedown onto the coffee table, emery’s eyes flickered up to dowoon before turning back to the little piece of plastic. she already knew the result on the other side, having prepared herself a little for the sake of her poor boyfriend’s heart, but she figured she’d give him a second to piece together what was happening before he was hit with the result. “you uh... wanna flip that over and see what it says?”