By the second glass, the empress encouraged her to open up, drinking tight along with her. Needing the plan of action to work, she just spent tiome with her friend, hoping to help her. She didn't mention Zeta, she was waiting for Ravenessa to bring it up first.They eventually depleated the wine, the empress asked if they had anything else. 

She giggled in response, went to a secret compartment in the wall and pulled out a bottle of warlock whiskey and two shot glasses. 

"Oh wow, I haven't had that in a little while." She said as the sorceress poured shots.  The empress had a lot of fun with her, giggling and talking about everything; the warlocks, other common friends, life, magic and almost everything else inbetween. 

Hours later, when the bottle was almost gone, her plan had finally worked.

Ravenessa began to sob, shaking she started to yell. Ranting and raving, fueled by pure emotion;

"I can't function with out her," Then she gasped for air and continued on; "I feel guilty for living. I-I-I keep trying to drink myself to death so I can see her again. I don't know how to live without her. Help me." 

She took a long deep breath, then poured the last two shots.

"To Zeta, we'll never forget our sister of magic." The empress said. They did the shot together. 

"Now what? She asked.

"Now I'd say we make a pot of coffee." 

"I haven't had a cup in months," Ravenessa admitted.

"Have one with me," The empress asked her.

After a long moment of hesitation, she replied, "Sure." Then slowly walked to the kitchen to start the brew. She staggered a little on the way back and the empress got up to help her.