"Okay then, here's the plan." They'd do girls night. There would be drinking, Emma might eventually break out some nail polish, they'd eat cupcake treats and crap and talk about random nonsense until they were drunk and didn't care what they were talking about or until Tink was sobbing her little fairy heart out and Emma was petting her. That was the way it usually went at least.
"We're throwing on the TV, watching some stupid show until we're at the shots phase. Then we're putting on a terrible talk show and drinking to their problems, and when we can't see straight, we'll maybe have something to eat to avoid liver poisoning." It worked, really. Getting so drunk you were sick seemed a good way to stave off some heartache.
Clicking on the TV, switching it to the channel she knew had the worst possible talk shows on the planet, Emma picked up her drink and curled herself on the couch. "It's good," the Ranch was kind of great, she really liked working there. Being outdoors and with the animals, she was adoring it so far. "I could do without the horse crap, but I guess every job has one draw back."