Emma, of course, was contacted by the Law Enforcement department the moment it had become aware that Clint Warrington, Marcus Flint and Adrian Pucey were currently incarcerated and being held in a muggle jail. She'd stared, somewhat shocked at the parchment in front of her before finding a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. It wasn't as though she didn't know her way around her job but she was rather surprised that Adrian had been fighting. Hurrying to the precinct, Emma pushed the doors open, hoping to get them out without a problem. Using her muggle title wasn't something she really wanted to throw out but she also didn't want this splashed over the papers. Not after the Daily Prophet's report.
She briefly spoke to a sympathetic police officer who nodded in understanding when she explained the situation, sans magic. She ought to feel guilty for playing the dead father card, but, she was quite tired and it was nearly four am. Instead, they led her back and she was faced with three very drunk Falcon's players.
"Unfortunately, Mr. Flint," she said, wearily. "Providing you sustenance isn't in their job description."
Clint really had no idea what was going on and was feeling exceptionally happy about that. At Emma's arrival, he burst into laughter, rolling off the bench and smacking his chin on the floor. Lucky for him he didn't feel a thing. "Look who's come to save the day!" he said, standing up and crashing straight into the wall. "It's our favorite little Falcon tamer!" He laughed at his own joke, sliding down the wall, nudging Marcus. "Heh. Falcon tamer."
Meanwhile, Katie was passed out and more than happy to be asleep. Lexi's voice woke her up and she groaned, rolling over. "Lex," she muttered, tossing her pillow over her head. "It's nearly four." Katie didn't like to be woken up and she wasn't feeling very generous at the moment. Still, Lexi insisted and eventually Katie turned the light on and sat up, rubbing her eyes blearily.
"Why do you hate me?" she grumbled, pouting slightly.