Since Emily’s arrival interrupted their experiments the Twins had to find another way to occupy their time until the meeting. The pair simply milled about HQ, killing time either in their room or the meeting room, staying mostly out of the way of the few other arrivals they saw as time passed. As the meeting time got closer, about 20 minutes to 8, the two noticed that of the arrivals in the meeting room Emily was not one of them. The two of course knew she was already in the hideout, however she’d been upset and there may or may not have been a drink in her hand...or several. The two didn’t even say anything to each other as they decided to head back and check on her in the training room.
The room itself had a bit more insulation than most others in the hideout, more to keep stray magic from bleeding out into the rest of the place as someone trained but it also had the effect of blocking out most sound. From outside one wouldn’t know that a drunk pyromancer was having fits of grief and sorrow, however it was rather apparent once one stepped into the room. The entire space smelled like alcohol at this point and there were scorch marks all over the place. The twins noticed that they’d no longer need to worry about the evidence of their earlier activities, the body and table they hid it under now reduced to a pile of ash. Stepping further into the room they looked about for the grieving redhead, Kari softly calling out her name when she wasn’t immediately visible
Emily was lost in her own world, and her own drunkenness. She hadn't changed between leaving her overnight lover and making it to the training room so she was still wearing her stilettos, sure, she could take them off but they made the women feel powerful… and her drunk stumbling to be more amusing. She hasn't even noticed who had come in and out over the past few hours, let alone the twins rearrival, until one said her name.
At this, Emily locked up from her spot in the corner where she was sat, legs spread, chugging the second bottle of whiskey, the other laid somewhere on the training ground. Emily had an oddly high alcohol tolerance, while most would be suffering alcohol poison she just be very drunk, perhaps it was as she was a pyromaniac, alcohol was just a fuel for her fire abilities. At her name she looked up.
“‘Ey, it's th’ weirdo guurrrrrrlls,” she slurred, standing up. She stumbled toward the girls, one in front of another in a line anything but straight. Though, somehow, she managed to not fall over until she got close to the twins. “‘Ow're ya faring, Grady's daughtaaaaaaas?”
The pair watched Emily stumble toward them with some amusement, smirks on their faces and they stepped forward to catch the drunken girl before she could hit the ground. One took each arm to support her, giggling all the while.
“Hah, why we’re faring well our dear flamefinger”
“We’d say better than you”
“But we’ve the feeling sober isn’t what you call better”
“Still you’re in quite a state”
“Did you even know about the meeting?”
“Leighton called for us all”
“We’re due in twenty minutes”
The twins tried their best to steady the girl between them as they spoke but it didn’t seem as though she’d get far without their support.
Emily's head flung side to side as the girls spoke, sometimes not flinging around fast enough to see the speaker. She couldn't help but giggle alongside the girls, swaying side to side. “Uh'm fine, Uh'm fine,” she protests swatting the girls from her, stumbling a few step forward. ”This is da beeeeeest o’ staaaaaates,” she sings possibly too close to their faces for comfort, switching between which she looked at. She giggled and stumbled back a few steps, taking a large gulp from her bottle of whiskey.
”Yeeeees I heard about the meeting but have yoooooooooou,” she swings from one girl's face to another in an arc, “Heard aboooooouuuuut our looooord and saviour Mr Biiiiigshoooooot Alllllll?”
The twins stayed behind her while she staggered away from them and were ready as she came back, catching her and she took another drink from her bottle. The twins were now more behind her as they held her up, their faces coming over her shoulders.
“Heard of him?”
Sigrun reached forward and took the almost empty bottle from Emily’s hand, turning around to look at the label for a second.
“Well of course we have”
“Oh, does she mean…?”
“She believes it?”
“Oh dear, the poor girl”
“We should get her out there”
“Yes, better if she sees”
Sigrun swigged what was left in the bottle before flinging it off into the room. The twins then ducked under each or Em’s arms, taking them over their shoulders as they half-carried half-dragged her toward the door.
“Let’s get you taken care of”
”Hey!” Emily yelped as one of the girls took her bottle. Was it Carrie or Siggy? Emily couldn't tell the difference when she was sober, well, the closest to sober she got. As Sigrun gulped the last bit she yelped “HEY!” in protest again, this time lunging for it, only to be grabbed and carted off by the twins, her head flailing from one to the other as they talked in unison. ”That was ma drunk! I buyed it m'self! Wif ma own monay!”