Heels clacking against pavement was like music to her ears; it told her that she was feeling just like her old self and that those self-hating depressing thoughts were long gone from the other night. Of course, Langston had a huge hand in helping with that. She had woken up the next day feeling rejuvenated and normal. And Emyli would rather feel like her not-giving-a-fuck self than anything else. Which was why she had decided to go to the grocery store today. She figured she'd be nice and buy some cheap beer that could serve as a 'Thank You' note... but would actually just take up space in her refrigerator. That way the next time he visited, she could provide him with free booze. It was the least she could do.
Her plastic bags were filled with off-brand cookies and chips too. Just a couple of packages here and there to give her hands and mouth something to do when she was bored out of her mind. As it was, Emyli knew that it was almost time to run off and find another food source. She didn't like using the same one more than once; it just gave her the creeps to think about. Like building a relationship with someone. Not everyone was like her or Lang and realized that multiple "liaisons" did not a relationship make. The thought of the commitment or the depending on someone else just turned her stomach. Plus, who could Emyli count on beyond herself?
She had fully intended on just walking home to put her food away, but a loud banging from the alley next to her distracted her. Peering down toward a dumpster, she caught sight of a familiar looking brunette. "You know, I'm not an expert or anything, but don't they just stop being obedient after death?" She stopped next to Bianca, resting an elbow on the dumpster and propping her head up, her nose scrunching a little with the smell of food rot and dead squirrel. "You really dig dead shit, don't you?" She asked, half joking. Yeah, it was weird, but Emyli made a habit of eating dreams. She had definitely seen weirder.