"I told you. Call me Emerson," he insisted, fixing the vampire with a pointed look that clearly said 'shut the fuck up and use my first name.' If looks could actually say those exact words. "It's not up for negotiation." He downed his own drink, pouring one more. Ambrose would need to be able to drive home, after all.
"Look, I ain't gonna say that it was happy happy fun time there, but you got over it. Love makes us act crazy. Brings out the best and worst of us. And bros stick by bros, even when they lose it," he continued. "Point is that you don't sit here and let it kill you. You gotta focus on telling me what happened so we can fix that shit."