Who: Ambrose and Emerson Where: Emerson's home When: Week 5, Tuesday, Afternoon Why: Just two dudes chatting about stuff until Ambrose gets a message and loses his mind~ Warning: Language, Potential Vampire Rage?
Emerson was seated behind his desk in the expansive library that was his happy place in the midst of all the shit that was going on all around him. He was pointedly refusing to think about the events that had transpired Saturday, but he assumed, what with Ambrose coming to visit, that he might have to at least vaguely share what he'd found out about their mutual concern. Until that moment when Gretchen showed the vampire in, however, he was going to sit with his feet kicked up on the antique desk that had been his father's smoking a cigarette while finishing the latest tome on ancient, Mesopotamian curses.
He'd procured another bottle of whiskey and two glasses, figuring at least he would need a drink somewhere in the middle of the visit. Hopefully they wouldn't just discuss the issue of the other witch, but he felt compelled to at least let the other guy know the sort of thing he'd found out, what with him being so concerned about Lucius and his issues with Ambrose's slave. He still hadn't spoken to Piper since their conversation about the mess, though it was mostly because of his own aggravation and guilt for his negligence.