Rose was in the midst of tossing margarita ingredients in the mixer when Nick shot his mouth off. Rose looked at him with a cold glare, the kind that are filled with daggers.<br/><br/>Her icy expression melted almost as fast as it had come on, and Rose mustered up a smile. "We're all friends here," she said, firing up the blender for a few moments before turning it off.<br/><br/>She turned to Veronica and gently took her by the arm. "I know things haven't been too good between us lately, all of us," she said to Veronica. "That's mostly my fault. I'm not the best at fitting in. That's why I did all of this."<br/><br/>Rose waved a hand at the array of drinks and beverages on the counter. "I thought I'd treat you tonight, and we could all relax together. At least, for a little while. What do you say, Veronica? What's your favorite margarita?"