"The Descent" RP

[Rosemary's Baby]

Em was glad when Zane pulled up. Someone to help take care of things. Then again, this was Zane that she was talking about. Better not hold her breath on that one. Then, Ray showed up. They weren't close, but listening to Zane talk, they were friends.
Em pulled out another cigarette, ignoring the mean look Zane's dog was giving her. "No I have don't have any papers. And, I also hope he is not a serial killer because I just dragged his ass in the cabin. And, while tequila may help him be friendly, I think dinner would do a little better. Please tell me there is something besides ramon noodles and snack cakes in those boxes."
Em dug through the boxes to find dinner hoping some of the testosterone in the room would lend a hand. She'd be damned before she spent the whole time cooking for a pack of ravenous boys. She snatched up the bottle of tequila and took a large swallow. At the rate this was going, she would probably spend the weekend drunk, and Zane had probably packed enough to keep her that way. She pulled out a pack of steaks, some potatoes, and salad in a bag.
"Better fire up the grill boys. We're having steak. And, I ain't cooking it."