"No, Jack and lemonade is a-okay." Tink said, taking a lap to wander the main living area of the apartment. It was kind of Emma to have her over. They were just starting on their friendship, and Tink owed her new friend a great debt.
"You have a really nice place," Tink said, turning around as Emma came back into the living room. She'd dropped her jacket over the back of the sofa, and set a backpack down on the floor. (Hey, she needed a toothbrush if she was crashing on the sofa, right?)
"So... My boyfriend and I are on a little break. He's got some heavy dream stuff going on, and... he needs space to figure it out." Tink said, then moved to flop down on the sofa.