"It's a cupcake. What does it look like?" Emily frowned at it. She thought even the small gesture would cheer Dean up a little bit. He was always thinking with his stomach.
"I don't know where Faith is. Probably back at home, bossing around hos." With a sigh, Emily sat down on the stool as Dean announced it was open bar. Was this really how he was going to deal? By drinking the pain away. Emily rolled her eyes at that. They were all so predictable sometimes.
"Don't start what? You sounded exactly like a kicked puppy so I had to come over and check on you and grill you for more details. What the hell, Dean? This is supposed to be the happy ending." Emily pouted up at him a little bit but he seemed like he was already shutting her out.
She sighed and propped her chin up in one hand as her elbow rested on the bar.
"Fine. Give me a vodka and cranberry but don't think I am going away before you talk to me about this." She threatened him.