“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” Emma replied with a wave of her hand while keeping a bit of distance from the other girl. She didn’t care what this chick had to say, Emma was not getting vomit on her. Not only was that completely gross, but a very good chance that would result in her being sick. A horrible cycle that no one wanted to start or be stuck in.
A good person probably would’ve been helping this drunk girl, Emma was keeping some distance. Why should she care? Wasn’t her problem. Only good thing she’d do was making sure no one tried to do anything stupid with her, but that was about the extent of her good deed. “There’s a bench if you want it?” She nodded to the side of them, crossing her arms over her chest.
As much as Emma didn’t want to say her name, she knew her name fell on the popular side of things. Still she had to be on the safer side of things for any snitches, especially drunk girls who could say she was out late. “It’s Tiffany and yourself?” Emma threw the first name that came to mind.