Emily
Waiting for Mordred to enter the shower and for the water to start running, Emily left the motel room at the first opportunity. One of the criteria she'd decided on when choosing out motels was the presence of a nearby liquor store. After all the near misses today, to say nothing of whatever Mordred had gone through before Emily had arrived, the former Spring Queen felt quite justified in deciding that a good hard drink was in order. Perhaps even several.
That aside, Emily was all too aware of the attention her condition drew to her, and that her only choice was to move as quickly as she could. With that in mind, Emily soon left the liquor store with her prize tucked away under her jacket.
Thankfully, the trip hadn't taken too long, as evidenced by the sound of the water still running in the shower. Even with the need for some kind of relief from the tension they'd been through, Emily would rather not have given her fellow Changeling unnecessary cause for worry. Retrieving her prize, Emily set the bottles of liquor down on the nightstand before looking around for something to pour the alcohol into.
Frowning at the plastic cups that were all the changeling could manage to find, Emily resigned herself to the reality of this still being a cheap motel room and quickly poured out two glasses of liquor before setting them on the nightstand, next to the bottles. With that, Emily resigns herself to wait for Mordred.
After what feels like an eternity, Emily checked the nearby wall-clock to find that all of a minute has passed. Frowning, the Changeling looks first at the door, then at the glasses, then back at the door.
...Well, we've got plenty here for both of us, so there shouldn't be any harm if I have some now... Just one glass should help pass the time well enough.
Resolving to apologize to Mordred for her impatience later, Emily quickly downs the contents of one plastic cup, sighing as the sweet burn caresses her throat on the way down before lighting a fire in her to chase away the chill from her brief excursion.
Yeah, I probably should get my hands on some proper winter clothes...sweaters are nice and all but-
It was at this point that Emily realized that she'd actually emptied the glass completely. The amber liquid in the other glass sparkles innocently at the Changeling, as if to tempt her.
...well...there's still plenty for both of us.
Six more cups of liquor passed the Changeling's lips before she realized that Mordred was still in the shower. Emily, now feeling a warming buzz reverberating through her body, decided that if Mordred wouldn't be coming out to enjoy a decent drink, then she'd bring the alcohol to Mordred.
With that in mind, Emily took up the opened bottle, still a bit less than half full, and made her way over to the bathroom, slightly amused by how the floor seemed to slip under her feet, but managing to cross the distance with a strange, drunken grace regardless. Opening the door, Emily sighed at the hot, steamy air of the bathroom as she made her way in, closing the door behind her to block out the sudden draft.
"Mordred~" she called, in an almost sing-song tone, bottle in hand, "Are you okay in there?"
