location: the glass onion, downtown. dessert. status: closed for @leilabarak
The event had started a little rough for Emmy, what with initially ending up with the man Ver had... maybe actually been kind of dating when they ended up in bed together on Halloween and then one of her closest friend’s ex-wife which was more than a little awkward, yet it had started looking up with the entree course, which she had actually enjoyed more than she cared to admit, and then a familiar face she actually recognized sat down in front of her and a grin grew on her lips. “Paintball girl!” She greeted, excited (and maybe still kind of tipsy from the empty wine bottle sitting at the edge of the table) as the woman sat down. She rested her chin on her hand, curious gaze focusing on the other. “Please tell me that whole system you were setting up worked out for you? I’m dying to know.”
