The sage was probably overkill, but enough was enough. Three bottles in the last week alone, and that wasn’t counting the months beforehand. It wasn’t her stuff, but her roommate believed it was her doing. Purchasing replacements was getting expensive, and the looks Tanya kept throwing Emily’s way had bypassed ‘mildly embarrassing’ and were fast approaching ‘grating.’
Emily couldn’t even share her own suspicions about the vanishing alcohol, not without making those looks even worse. As far as Tanya - and most of the world - was concerned, the mysterious disappearance of bottled liquor typically had one or two basic possible causes: either the bottle leaked (unlikely when spread across multiple bottles like this), or someone was drinking it, and barring the bizarre outlying possibility of trespassers who left no sign of their entrance or exit and took nothing except the drink itself, it could only be one of the usual inhabitants.