#interaction.lorelai

The burgundy dress she was still wearing felt heavier as the night wore on, but there was something that kept her attached to the dress, knowing it wouldn't come off until she and her newly appointed (again) wife fell into bed that night. Instead, she clutched a portion of the skirt in her hand and made her way off of the dancefloor as soon as she spotted Lorelai in the distance, sidling up to her with a grin as she bumped the woman's shoulder. "Dinner was fabulous, in case you haven't already received like, a billion compliments." Her cheeks were flushed with the alcohol she'd had that night, but it did very little to affected her glowing compliments toward the woman. "And you look so good, please tell me you've gotten the numbers of everyone here by now?"

Meeting with the woman she was happy to call her friend was far and few in between, finding that many things happened in their lives before they were able to catch up again, which gave them plenty to talk about when they were finally able. Maisie glanced around the restaurant the other owned with her equally as fabulous co-owners after she'd signed a quick hello in greeting to Lorelai, nodding toward the door at the front of the dining area. Want to get out of here? I'm sure you don't want to hang around where you work any longer than you have to.

She wandered through the bustling restaurant to where she knew the woman she was looking for would be, having already called ahead and asked if she would meet her there to discuss future business plans. Looking around, she was impressed that Tyler had considered Lorelai as her replacement for the time that they'd spent apart. The woman had clearly built something meaningful, which never failed to leave Emmy impressed every time she visited. If she hadn't opened her own restaurant, she felt like she could easily have seen herself working for the woman. "There you are," She muttered, approaching an office room in the back of the building, finally spotting the person she was looking for. "I came to pitch an extension on our for our summer free lunch program," Emmy started, leaning against the doorframe of the room. "And I also wanted to check to see if you got my flowers. Apparently my best friend replaced me with you for a few months. She's a pain in the ass, I felt the need to apologize for her."

Emmy didn't normally go out of her way to make friends with her employees. Be friendly, of course, but she could count on one finger how many employees she ended up friends with and that singular one apparently happened to be Albert Torres, who in the midst of divulging the man in the impulsive choice she had made recently, suggested that they should get together over dinner, with her newfound wife and the man's partner, which the restaurant owner noted was a new fact she'd learned about Albert. The effort she'd been attempting to put into her marriage, into proving to Verda that she'd changed and grown had her showing up to The Glass Onion, one of her nicest silk blouses unbuttoned to a dangerously low level (a small reward for roping Ver into yet another friendship) and a pair of slacks that she ran the palms of her hands nervously over as she walked into the restaurant beside Albert, following the host to their table after giving her name. "Looks like we're the first ones here. Should we be taking bets to see who shows up first?" A soft laugh trickled from her lips as she sat down next to the man at the round table, immediately ordering Ver's favorite wine. "Although I'm usually the one people are betting on to be late, so this is a new one."