Emily
As Emily stared at the bottle, the roiling sea of thoughts and emotions soon faded to a dull roar as she considered her situation once more. After a few minutes spent in contemplation, Emily managed to push herself back off the bed and get into the bathroom once more. She really needed to talk to someone, but Mordred was probably still a little snappy and she was saving the bottle currently on the nightstand for Mordred. Retrieving the half-empty bottle of rum from the bathroom vanity, Emily made her way out of the bathroom and back onto the bed, flopping back against the mattress with the bottle clutched in one hand.
After a few moments spent like this, Emily sat up, looking at the bottle, then at the nightstand, where the two cups sat, then back at the bathroom. The Changeling's gaze drifted between the bottle and the cups once more before she shrugged and took a swig directly from the bottle. Looking at the bottle again, the Changeling took a few more before deciding that at the very least she wouldn't have to worry about the bottle snapping at her.
"You know," she started, holding out the bottle, "I suppose I've had worse days, but this has been pretty bad."
Emily leaned back against the head-board, kicking her feet up onto the mattress, considering the jeans she was currently wearing and deciding that she'd need to get her hands on something a bit lighter some time in the near future.
"I mean," she continued, taking another swig of the rum, "Just landed in some weird new place, the only other Changeling I've found is currently showering in the next room, and there seems to be some shady as hell group after us."
Emily lay there for a moment, propped up against the headboard as she considered the current situation.
"What's next?" she asked the bottle plaintively, "The return of that Autumn bitch?"
She waited for a few seconds, as if awaiting an answer, before knocking back another gulp of the rum, sighing as the warm burn slid down her throat. The Changeling set the bottle down nearby, now with only a quarter of it's original amount of rum remaining, and sat up, pulling off the jacket and the sweater and briefly considering removing the jeans before deciding that it was a bit too chilly for that. Now clad in jeans and a thin blouse, Emily eased back against the head-board, the pillows behind her providing something soft to rest on.