Anders was Tink's second real boyfriend. She'd sort of dated before that, but she was socially awkward and never knew how to make these things happen. The dreams actually helped a bit. Okay, so they didn't help with the social awkwardness, but she had wings and fairy dust. Normally she could fly. When she wasn't dwelling in sadness.
Time to get her mind off of it. She was glad she had a good friend to turn to at times like these. Even if Emma was a new friend, she was definitely a good one. "Whatever you wanna do. I'm really good for anything." She gulped again from her glass and enjoyed the burning as the alcohol made its way into her stomach. Then she cleared her throat.
"How's working at the Ranch, by the way? We haven't talked much about it." Emma worked at the ranch, right? Or was Tink mistaken?