If she weren't so pissed, Emily would be laughing when Dean fell face first on the floor before quickly picking himself up again. He wasn't wearing anything and she tilted her head a little bit at him before he covered himself up.
She gasped at him again. How dare he accuse her of having something to do with this. He was the guy, that meant it was his fault. Even though Emily had been friends with Dean for years and never had any reason to believe that he was this kind of guy.
"Me? I didn't do....anything...." Her voice trailed off and she frowned at him.
"Do you think we.....? You know?" Emily looked down at the skimpy outfit she was wearing and cringed. She knew for a fact she didn't own anything that even closely resembled this ensemble.