STARTER FOR @mistress-thor ;
After a forty-eight shift at the hospital, there was nothing more that Liz wanted to do then crash upon her best friend’s couch. She knew she probably should’ve went home, but there was a part of that simply didn’t want to go home; home to her fiance. Mainly because all he seemed to talk about was the wedding, and how he wanted her to meet his best friend. The guy he wanted to be his best man. At this point, it’d seem she was just slightly over the whole thing, but maybe that had more to do with the input of her father and step mother. Either way, the auburn haired girl gave a quick knock upon her friend’s door, before barging on into the other’s home. “Honey — I’m home!” She greeted, a smirk upon her features as brown orbs fell upon her bestie; her maid of honor. “I’ve done nothing but cut people open in the last few days. I need some girl time, and you’re the winner.” She demanded, “Just you, and I.”
Being an adult with responsibilities was not ideal to any individual, at least the ones Emery knew. You had to work, come home, cook dinner, write bills and hardly get enough sleep or no sleep at all if you threw sex and alcohol into that mix. Luckily for Emery she was able to get a job as a junior secretary for the department of buildings. It wasn’t easy work, especially when you had to deal with people and assholes who constantly rang her phone. Being home was the only time she found peace. Walking into her kitchen and dropping her bag on the counter, the brunette fished for her phone. First, she had to place an order for a large general t’so chicken and fried rice, before hoping into the shower for a nice warm bath. Before any of those things can be done, a familiar voice came through the front door of her home. Eliza, her best friend since high school greeted her. Eliza was like Emery’s better half, her go to person and she was most lucky to have her. And not to forget she was the only one who had a spare key to get inside the brunette’s home, just in case there was an intruder or something. Not that she thought it could happened, but one could never be sure. After all, mostly when Eliza came over, they hung out, did their thing, drank some wine or whatever she had, build forts, and watch scary movies until they were scared at wits end. A small graced Emery’s features as her hazel eyes came upon Eliza. “Dinner isn’t ready yet.” She responded only to laugh as she pictured Grey and Lucy from I Love Lucy. “You didn’t cut off anyone’s genitals now did you?” She inquired, “lucky me, I was about to order some take out, want anything?”