The key scraped in the lock as Lily pushed open the door to her flat, the familiar scent of home washing over her. She flicked on the lights, casting a warm glow over the cozy space filled with an eclectic mix of modern furnishings and mystical artifacts.
"Living room's that way," she said, gesturing vaguely as she made her way to the kitchen. "Make yourselves comfortable. Or as comfortable as you can, given the circumstances. Don’t kill each other whilst my back is turned."
Lily's hands trembled slightly as she reached for the whiskey bottle, the weight of the impending conversation settling in her chest. She paused, eyeing the amber liquid before grabbing the entire bottle and three glasses.
"Screw it," she muttered under her breath. "We're going to need more than just a splash each."
