Emmeline couldn't help but to smile as he called her Ems. It was refreshing and comfortable despite the full blown argument they'd just had. It was almost as if, with that one word, the slate was wiped clean again. She did, however, raise a brow once more when he poured the glass and slid it in her direction.

She pushed away from the counter and closed the short distance to the table. But, instead of sitting in the chair, she pushed herself up onto the table, crossing her feet at the ankle and swinging them slightly from where she sat. "I'll hold you to that," she said simply before she grabbed the glass and raised it to her lips. She stopped to sniff it first though, crinkling her nose.

"This smells awful," she said, looking to him with a grimace but yet to actually drink the shot.

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