And his seeing through her lie her usual coy smile turned into a frown. "But I always have a glint in my eye," she argues with a sigh. Shit, Alex had her. This was not a good blow to Emily's esteem as a liar. She usually flies under the radar with ease, even with her friends and family but, in saying that, Alex was one of the most observant of the group. "Well my thoughts on the bloody cups still stand, Alex, I don't give a shit 'bout 'em, and I ain't got money to spare. Why don' you just steal 'em, or do you need me to do that?" With that Emily sighs and shakes her head. She turns to her stuff and jogs toward it to set down her whiskey, an argument heard in the background, no biggie, they were rather common. That was when a loud [I]SLAP[/I] echoed through their plain, making Em jump. 

Quickly she turned and, clumsily, ran over to the argument, to see Kacey ripping into Des, gripping his shirt. [I]Poor bastard[/I] Emily thought simply. Sure, Des was one of the easiest people for her to clash with but the wrath of Kacey was more to face than she'd wish on him. Emily wasn't the most peaceful of people but she did know when someone needed a cool down, and Kacey needed of bad. "Alright, cowgirl," Emily says as Kacey shoves Des, "You need to calm down, did you wanna go shoot some shit or somethin'?"