Emyli jumped a little when she heard Langston knock on the door to her trailer, causing some of the vodka to spill out onto her hand. Fortunately, she didn't really have time to notice since he had swooped in on top of her and there were suddenly lips pressed against hers. She returned his kiss and an easy smile crept onto her features. "Hey yourself." She let the bottle go a little reluctantly, but she had promised to give him some liquor. Among other things. "Mmhmm." She answered his question and let her eyes flutter closed for a moment as she took a drag from her cigarette, enjoying the feel of smoke entering her lungs. She wasn't going to answer his question of did she miss him, but his lips were suddenly against her neck and she let out a little laugh and a cloud of smoke. "Sure did. Took you long enough to get here."
She turned her head to allow him more room along her neck. "You're in a good mood," she opened her eyes and caught sight of their reflection in the tiny television that hadn't worked properly in a month. She could only see Langston's dark hair, but she saw her pale face with dark makeup circling her eyes and her light hair all over the cushion. She could see the way that her legs were on either side of Langston, making it look like there was a giant hole in her body. She rolled her eyes and turned her gaze away from the television. "You just that happy to see me or did somebody get laid over the weekend?" Not like it mattered either way. He was there with her now and that was all she wanted. Emyli didn't need the stress and hassle of a relationship. Especially not when all she wanted were the things that made her feel good and right now that included sex.
She pressed her way beneath Langston's head so she could catch his lips again, pulling the bottom one between her teeth. Meanwhile, the hand that was not holding a cigarette went up to run through his hair. One thing she loved about Langston was the way he ended up with better sex hair than she ever could. "Bong's on the table if you want a hit." She whispered, looking up at him. She didn't care if he did or not -- she wasn't one to judge. Plus, if he didn't that just meant more for her afterwards.