"My parents drove me to drink. I can use that as an excuse until the end of time, right?" she said with a small chuckle, walking inside, appreciating the warmth the familiar establishment provided. Shrugging off her jacket she followed Clint towards the bar, not paying too much mind to the bartender other than to order her usual of whiskey neat. After that she didn't think much on anything until the man next to her pulled her into a hug. Emmeline wasn't much for physical affection recently... but in this instance, for some reason, she wanted to just break down. His arms around her, providing her the comfort she craved but refused to actually give into for some reason meant something, and she couldn't help but squeeze him back, a small cry escaping from her at the gesture.
But the minute he let go it was gone, and she was back to her usual self. Holding it all in, her usual closed off self. "Hey, there's a lot of different kinds of heroes. There has to be a drunk, arsehole hero out there in the world. Just gotta look hard enough," she joked, bumping her elbow into him and paying for both of their immediate drinks before he had the chance to say no.
"Let's go sit in the corner. I'd rather not be stared at for like... my twelfth visit here in the last several days," she mused, walking over to a table and plopping down, staring into her drink as he sat opposite of her. "So.... any exciting plans for Christmas? Or will you be like me and find yourself face first in a glass full of hard liquor?"