With things between the Guild and Dark Shadows dying down, Emily really didn't really need to be present there anymore. Days became unfruitful and, generally thanks to Jordan, she had become varying degrees of banned from a good portion of NYC's bars. Quite frankly Emily was ready for an adventure fix without the events of the Dark Shadows to give here that she did really have anything to go off. That was when an idea came to her. One that couldn't run the risk of her and her bar fight running out of bars from bans.

Emily picked up her mobile and called Jordan. She waited for her to answer, ready for the cheery, sweet voice of sober Jordan. When she did Emily made no greeting or small talk but instead simply said "Yo bitch, bring your sickly sweet, sober ass to Michael's Cafe in 20 minutes, I have an idea,"

The entire war between the Dark Shadows and the Guild was drawing to a close. The Dark Shadow had been all but destroyed at this point and its members were scattered. She hadn't heard from Emily in the past dew weeks since the DS's destruction. She had been spending her own time lazing around the Guild HQ. Salem wasn't exactly in a great mood, and so Jordan wanted to keep a low profile. She was lying on her bed when suddenly her phone went off and pulled Jordan from her self induced slumber.

Yo bitch, bring your sickly sweet, sober ass to Michael's Cafe in 20 minutes, I have an idea.

Jordan smirked. Well she actually laughed more than smirked. She was happy. Oh so happy. Dancing off her bed she began to get dressed, wearing a simple white tanktop with jeans. It was strange that Emily wanted ot meet her at the Cafe they had both met at when they first met without fighting for the first time. Did it mean that Emily didn't wanna fight? That would be somewhat boring... plus it was far too early for Jordan to start drinking. Leaving the Guild HQ, Jordan took the small trip over to Michael's Cafe and took a seat inside, ordering a small coffee while waiting for her almost guaranteed pissed friend to arrive.

Despite already determining a time and meeting place Emily wasn't necessarily prepared to arrive yet. Or to leave the house, really. The woman slipped out of the bed of her overnight lover for the night, still drunkenly passed out despite Emily's excited talking into her phone. She rolled her eyes, new drinkers were always such lightweights and seemed to be able to sleep through a bomb if it were before noon. She squirmed out of his arms, grabbing her jeans from next to the bed and slipped them on before noting the man's wallet on the nightstand. She opened up, a little ball of excitement forming inside her to see the man carried cash, a decent amount at that. She pulled out 2 crisp $20 notes, rolling them up and tucking them into her back pocket. "Thanks for buying me brunch, sweetie," she whispers with a chuckle, slipping on her V-neck black top before leaving the house.

10 minutes late. She made it to the cafe 10 minutes late, but not drunk, which she reckoned Jordan should be appreciative of that. Well, not drunk yet. Nonetheless, she arrived at the cafe, spotting the other redhead almost immediately. It's be hard to miss hair as bright as Jordan's. She remembered the woman's slightly groggy voice from the call earlier. "Good morning, sleepyhead! Do I have a proposition for you!" Emily greets her, slipping into the chair across from her

Jordan should have expected that Emily was going to be late. Afterall it was rare that Emily wasn't late to anything. They had met before several times before, and Emily was late and heavily intoxicated. As soon as Jordan began to finish up her coffee, she noticed Emily in the corner of her eye. Well recovering black eye. The bruise had mostly gone, but their was still some light purple tinges in her skin. Though most girls would use concealer to hide the bruise, Jordan wore it with pride. She remembered the way she acquired the black eye vividly: during their previous fight, Emily nailed Jordan in the eye with a elbow that sent the petite woman flying into wine cabinet.

"So, What you go for me?" Jordan smirked running her finger around the rim of her coffee cup "Also are you ok?? You don't exactly look drunk"

Emily couldn't help but be drawn to Jordan's eye not because of rare eye colour of green that tended to shift in shades depending on the surroundings but because of the purple traces that circling her right eye. Emily was still proud of that one. She had definitely paid to replace all the bottles broken in the crash, sure. "Gimme a sec," she replies, ordering herself a coffee, and paying with one of the stolen notes, first.

She returned back moment later, slipping back into her seat. She avoided the woman's second question, ready to come back to in a moment. "At this rate we're gonna be banned from every bar in New York by the end of next year. As much as I'm loving bar fighting with you here the scenery's getting boring, don't you think? Too same old, same old and most places tell us to not come back so my idea is we give them sometime... And terrorise the rest of the country instead! What do ya think?" That was when Emily's coffee appeared in front of her and without skipping a beat she pulls the flask from her handbag. She drank a decent amount out of the mug before replacing it with some of the whiskey from her flask and putting it back. "As for the second statement I left the house like 20 minutes ago, I don't get plastered the minute I wake up! Gimme time, I'll get there,"

Seeing Emily infront of her made her smile. It was nice to see Emily again. Despite their... chaotic friendship, they did share a certain kind of bond. Jordan honestly thought that her life would be significantly more boring if Emily wasn't around. Listening to Emily's idea, Jordan nodded. It was a good idea, but how exactly did they propose that she was going to be able to get around the country?

"Well, going around the country and planting your face in the ground in every state sounds like a good idea. But both of us are practically broke, so how the hell are we going to afford this... and how the heck are we going to travel around?" With her coffee finished she pushed the cup away, only for a server to come pick it up seconds later. "Clearly you can't think while sober"

Emily put up a forefinger, signaling Jordan to give her a moment, before taking a large sip of her alcoholic coffee. She places it back onto its saucer with a 'clang' and gives Jordan a large smile. Oh, it was nice to see her friend once more, even if not in intoxicated states beating each other to a pulp. "Hey, I came up with that while sober! Besides, the alcohol opens my mind to all forms of creative. As for your first question..." with that Emily shifts in her seat and pulls out the other $20 note alongside the change and bangs it onto the table between them. "There's an upside to all that sleeping around,"

"Wow....." Jordan rolled her eyes sarcastically "$20....Let no one doubt your amazing money getting abilities." Jordan couldn't help smirk at the end comment. She did love teasing Emily, even if later on Emily would beat the shit outta her. Over the past few months, Emily had been running a bit of a lead over the smaller fighter.

"So your plan is to sleep around the country and steal people wallets?" She patted her fingers on the table "Wow, so rouge... So how do you propose we leave the city? You shag your former boss?" She questioned with a raised eyebrow.

At Jordan's sarcasm Emily gave a chuckle, even when they weren't physically fighting Emily enjoyed their teasing and witty banter. "It was $40! Besides, bet it's more than you made shagging a bastard last night," she replies, leaning back into her seat, taking another sip if coffee, "With the right guy I could get much more anyway, with most guys really. This one got it easy,"

At Jordan's last comment Emily gave a chuckle. "Been there, done that, got the marks- well he got the marks, despite his will to rule everything he's a total submissive in bed. Though that's not a bad idea. Guy is loaded."

"You do see that i was joking right?" Was Emily serious? Was she really going to sleep with her boss? "I mean you would only need to get his cards and PIN numbers. But even if he had the money, how would we get around. I can't drive, and you are far too pissed to drive around the country" Emily really hadn't though this through had she? Why did she not think things through before dragging Jordan out into the middle of the cafe? If other people weren't around, she would have totally hit Emily in the face by now.

Emily shrugs "I mean, I've done it before, I could probably do it again, according to him it was 'amazing' but you have a point, no pin." she sighs. She didn't think it through, she never really thought through anything, she just had ideas, wild ones sometimes. "I mean, I can still drive! We just can't be caught by police, that's all. But, fine, how do you propose we do this smarty-pants?"

"I am not letting you drive, drunk, the morning after when i have sealed both your eyes shut. You are going to need to find a driver." It wasn't the first time that Emily had asked Jordan to sort her problems out for you. "While you are at it, why don't you find someone who can heal us and also put up with your slutty ways?" Jordan raised her hands and ordered a coffee, reaching over and taking the $20 note from Emily to pay for it. "Good Luck"

"Heh, cute, good luck with that, bitch. If I remember correctly last time I pulled that one on you," she replies, gesturing toward Jordan's eye, who she knew would be proudly sporting the damage rather than just forgot to cover that part of her face. As Jordan ordered her next coffee Emily called a simple, "Hey!" swiping the change before Jordan could grab it. If anyone else, she would go to lengths to get it back but Jordan was a special case, besides, Emily had mooched off of her many times, and she could get her back later.

As she pocketed the last of the change her head was running. Who could really put up with her? Long term too. Most of her friends were only around for booze and fun other than genuine loyalty, and a healer? But Emily's mind had come across a name rather quickly, she gave Jordan a smile. " Got it," and with that pulled out her phone, dialling the obvious candidate- Lana Ryder. She knew that simply explaining the situation wouldn't work so when Lana picked up Emily answered with, "Lana! Emergency at Michael's cafe! Come quick!" before hanging up the phone and turning back at Jordan.

@PureHeroine :P You're dragged in now (just let me know if you want out and I can do otherwise)

Lana was just heading outside to take her break when she received the call from Emily, which she naturally answered right away. Emily was one of the only people she remained in contact with after the fall of Dark Shadow. The two had become quite close during their time in service for the organisation, and the redhead was one of the only friends Lana even had, so when she heard the other woman say it was an emergency, she flew into quite a panic.

She didn't waste anytime explaining to anyone where she was going, and didn't even wait around to call a cab, she just started running as fast as she could to the cafe. Fortunately it wasn't very far, and she made it there ten minutes later. By the time she got there she was completely out of breath, but she kept going. Lana shoved passed a couple who were on their way inside, burst through the door, and began frantically looking around for any sign of her friend. Her actions had drawn the attention of nearly everyone else in the cafe, but she didn't care. As soon as she caught sight of Emily's bright red hair she went rushing over. "I...got here...as fast...as I...could...what...happened?!"

"Lana!" Emily greets her friend as she comes rushing into the cafe in a panicked frenzy. Emily, on the other hand, sat calmly at the table, sipping on her coffee. She wasn't even all that drunk at this point, so many people should appreciate that fact, she reckoned. She pulls out the chair to the left of her, acting as if Lana just strolled in like normal other than her attentions drawing state. "Take a seat!"

Emily waited for Lana to take her seat before explaining. "This is Jordan, yeah she's a Guildie but she's cool, don't kill 'er. She's the bitch I like to punch up for fun," she starts, gesturing toward the other redhead. " Anyway, we need you to help us on our mission, a grandiose quest... Travelling the country to brawl!"

Lana was still too out of breath to speak much, so the only response she could give to Emily for pulling out the chair for her was a grateful nod as she sat down. Once she was comfortable she signalled to the waiter to bring her a glass of water. Once she had it in hand, she drowned it in a few gulps, all while listening to what her redheaded friend had to say. As she came to the end of her statement, Lana almost choked on the last mouthful of water she had. It took her a few moments to recover, and while she was, she cast several glares over at the second redhead at the table, the one Em introduced as the one she got into fights with. Typically she wouldn't have a problem with that, but the fact that she was a Guildy was enough for the green haired woman to hate her already.

Once Lana had recovered from her choking fit, she took a deep breath and tried to compose herself, it was getting a little difficult to keep her frustration underwraps agter hearing what Emily had to say. "So let me get this straight. Not only is there no emergency, meaning I left work in the middle of my break and ran all the way here for nothing, you also want me to help you go on some ridiculous cross country brawl fest with her?! For fucks sake Em, this is not what I meant when I said you could call me whenever you were in trouble!"

Emily watched as Lana choked on her water, simply stating, "Careful you can't drive us around if you're dead!" She did nothing else, though, and just watched as her friend choked on the water, getting it over with quite quickly, Emily knew there were no need for her to kick into action. When Lana gave her snappy reply, Emily leaned back in her seat, pouting slightly. Why was no one else finding this a good idea!

"You said I could call you whenever I was in trouble. This is trouble! We want to do our country-long brawl and we need a driver, healer and someone to make sure we don't die. That is trouble and I called you. Besides, Jordan's cool, I don't know how she wasn't in Dark Shadows, or how she managed to not be kicked out of the Guild. If it helps, though, you get to see a guildie punched to a pulp every night of the week! Talk about rewarding to a Dark Shadow!

Lana had to admit, it would be nice to get out of the city for awhile, the place harbored a lot of bad memories, and the offer to see the Guildy getting beat up every night was tempting. Not to mention how much she would love to help Emily, even if it was for a ridiculous cause. But she had commitments of her own, one of which was her job. She couldn't just skip town for who knows how long. She would lose her job and her only source of income, which would leave her with nowhere to live when they got back. It also brought up a few other concerns. "Let's say, hypothetically, I did go with you. Where do you plan on getting the money to fund this road trip? And what vehicle would we be using? I can drive, but none of us have a car."

Emily raised an eyebrow at Lana's question, folding her arms. "I know it's not an approach you'd condone but sleeping around has its positives, especially if it's me. I have a tendency to have... Sticky fingers, especially with men who let me into their beds and are too hungover to stop me," she answers, taking a sneaky mouthful of whiskey under the table. "As for how were getting around I was
S hoping you had an idea? I can hijack cars, vans, trucks, whatever y'know? But you might have something?" she then turns to Jordan, a large grin on her face. "Whadd'ya think guildie? Solid enough for y?"

"So you want us to find a car? Why don't you just sleep with that idiot of a ex-boss of yours and get a huge chunk of his money and get us a ride" Jordan avoided looking at Lana, she didn't wanna look another Dark Shadow member in the eyes right now. The feelings of the aftermath of the war was still rather raw for her. She would grip onto her coffee and take a small sip before lowering the cup back onto the table.

"As long as there is drink and a quiet place to beat the shit outta you, and little miss green haired bitch keeps out of it, I am fine whatever you do"