Jordan should have expected that Emily was going to be late. Afterall it was rare that Emily wasn't late to anything. They had met before several times before, and Emily was late and heavily intoxicated. As soon as Jordan began to finish up her coffee, she noticed Emily in the corner of her eye. Well recovering black eye. The bruise had mostly gone, but their was still some light purple tinges in her skin. Though most girls would use concealer to hide the bruise, Jordan wore it with pride. She remembered the way she acquired the black eye vividly: during their previous fight, Emily nailed Jordan in the eye with a elbow that sent the petite woman flying into wine cabinet.

[color=yellow]"So, What you go for me?"[/color] Jordan smirked running her finger around the rim of her coffee cup [color=yellow]"Also are you ok?? You don't exactly look drunk"[/color]