[h3][center][color=darkturquoise][b][u]Emily[/u][/b][/color] & [color=teal][i][u]Cleo[/u][/i][/color] 
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[center][sub][b]A lovely collab between [@SouffleGirl123] and [@HaleyTheRandom][/b][/sub][/center]
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A giggle erupted from painted blood red lips as long legs stumbled along the sidewalk, often missing the confines of the path. The young woman with the bouncing orange waves giggled once more the sound piercing the silence of the dark and otherwise quiet streets as she brought a half-full tequila bottle leftover from the wild night to her lips. The party had left no overnight lovers and with it avoiding the awkward next morning that came with it or, as Emily most commonly did if she wasn't too hungover, an early morning departure, leaving her one night stand short of money or a valuable item. Eventually she came to the house of Cleo, placing the tequila bottle next to the door, failing to do so upright she did so side on, small bits of tequlia leaking from the bottle until there was not enough of the liquor to reach the bottle's brim. She fumbled in her pocket pulling out it'a contents, some cash, her fake ID (it had been a house party but you never know where you might end up) and the key to the house. After a few lousy attempts between chuckles at her failures she was able to unlock the door. She placed her items into her pocket before swiping up her beloved tequila before swinging open the door and yelling [color=darkturquoise]"IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII'M HOOOOOOOOOOOOME,"[/color] her words slurred as she stumbled into the house, not bothering to close the door. If Cleo wasn't up at this hour, 3 in the morning for that fact, it would be hard for her to not have been awoken.

Cleo had just come home from work around two in the morning. She had showered and eat a little something right before laying down to the comfort of her warm bed around two-thirty. In the back of her mind, Cleo couldn’t help but think that she hadn’t seen any sign of Emily. However, that didn’t mean that she just [i]had[/i] to be out partying, right? She could have been in the spare bedroom for all Cleo knew. But then again, the late-night party owl that her so called adoptive daughter was, she most likely would have been by the TV. No matter if Emily wasn’t technically her daughter or not, Cleo still seen her as her own. Sighing and turning off the bed-side lamp, Cleo would roll over to find herself quickly falling asleep. That was until she heard the slamming off the door. 
The woman would quickly find herself awoken, sitting straight up in bed as she turned the lamp back on. Who the hell would barge into the house like that? [color=teal]”Emily,”[/color] she sighed. Of course. So her presumptions of the girl not being home [i]were[/i] correct. 

Slinging the covers off and rolling out of bed, her feet landing on the floor with a soft thud as the cool air hit the bare skin that wasn’t covered by her shorts or tank-top, Cleo would open her bedroom door and find herself walking quickly down the steps to a scene she was all too familiar with: Emily with tequila in hand. Not that Cleo had all that much room to talk, considering whiskey was her weakness, but still, could the girl not have come in any louder. [color=teal]”Emily,”[/color] she shouted, her voice having a slight groggy sound to it due to her little spot of slumber. [color=teal]”What on God’s green earth are you doing barging into the house at this hour of the morning?”[/color] It wasn’t like she had to ask, as Cleo already knew the answer, but it was always the start to the cycle that she had ever so cleverly nicknamed ‘Emily’s ‘I’m Home’ Extravaganza.” Coming further down the stairs, it was apparent that the red haired girl was, indeed, drunk.  

[color=DarkTurquoise]"Cherishing it! And it's sweet... refreshments,"[/color] she slurs, raising the bottle toast fashion before bringing it to lips. After taking a large gulp she lowers the bottle before tilting her head, a look of faux sympathy spread over her lips. [color=darkturquoise]"What's wrong Cleo? Oh let loose! Yer meant t' be a bartender, ain't ya? You should be wasted by now."[/color] she replies, raising the bottle to her lips once more

Cleo rolled her eyes, walking over to the other girl. [color=teal]"You're drunk, Em... again."[/color] She marched over, snatching the bottle away as the small amount of liquid that was left in the bottle splashed against the sides. [color=teal]"Let loose my ass. Bartenders serve [i]responsible[/i] people. Bartenders are the [i]responsible[/i] people to take things like car keys from [i]irresponsible[/i] people,"[/color] she said, holding the bottle in front of her before walking over to poor the small amount of liquid down the drain. 

[color=darkturquoise]"I'm an adult!"[/color] she slurs, [color=darkturquoise]"Screw tha law, screw yer judgement. Imma be drunk if I wanna be,"[/color] Soon enough the older woman took her beloved tequila. [color=DarkTurquoise]"Hey!"[/color] she yelps, attempting to grab the liquor bottle only to stumble forward. [color=darkturquoise]"I wasn' finished with that. Who died an' made you the boss of me? I'm an adult!"[/color] she protests, stumbling closer to Cleo.

Seeing someone as tall as Emily stumble was a bit funny to Cleo, having been shorter than her since she was around fifteen. [color=teal]Darlin' sit down before you break something. The law is the reason you ended up in juvy, remember?"[/color] She turned back around to look at the other woman. [color=teal] An adult who can't hold down a job, doesn't have an actual place to go and stays half drunk all the time,"[/color] she asked, her hands on her hips, eyebrows arched. [color=teal]"That's not being an adult. That's being stupid and proving that you're still a child, rather you are legal age or not."[/color]

[color=DarkTurquoise]"I still wasn't finished with that,"[/color] she murmurs, throwing herself onto thecoich in an inelegant fashion. [color=DarkTurquoise]"Why else do you think I hate it? Although that guy [i]was[/i] fun."[/color] she mutters.
Words words words. Gosh, that woman knew how to nag. Emily would have argued, if she hadn't passed out, face buried in the couch, snoring loudly.

Cleo was about to say something, right before she heard the loud snores coming from Em, who was actually on the couch as she had ordered. Oh well, she'd sleep it off. Cleo walked back up the stairs once more to find herself back in her bed, asleep. 
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Waking up the next morning, around nine o'clock, Cleo would get out of bed, dress in her skinny jeans, gray t-shirt and black converse, before brushing her hair. Why the bar opened at ten, she had no idea. She walked down the stairs, seeing that Emily was still asleep, before making herself a bowl of cereal and eating it silently. Next, she put on a pot off coffee and wrote a note for Em on a sticky-note. 
[center][color=teal]Em, you know the drill. Hot shower, coffee's in the pot. Just make sure you sleep off last nights shenanigans before you do anything stupid again.[/color][/center]
She walked over, gently pressing it to the other woman's forehead before walking out grabbing her things and walking out the door. She quickly drove to the bar, walking in, she would see that some other people were already there as she walked to the back and hung up her jacket. [color=teal]"Hey guys,"[/color] she called out.

Emily gave a groan as she woke. Her head was [i]pounding[/i]. With a yawn she rolled over on the couch only to roll off with a thud. She groaned once more, sitting up groggily. She felt around her forehead to retrieve the sticky note which sat there as usual after a big night. [color=DarkTurquoise]"Such a mother,"[/color] She complains to herself, however, she truthfully saw the woman's care as sweet. Running a hand through the rat's nest her hair had become at overnight, well over-morning, she sets to going through her normal hangover routine.