Emyli didn't give two shits that she was probably shouldn't be out drinking, but after today? She was entitled. Yeah, she had known that Bianca was a little weird, but the girl was fucking hot, so what did that matter? Today she learned just how weird she was. With her black eyes and a penchant for making dead things move again, she definitely counted for one of the most bizarre people Emyli had ever met. But she was still hot. Emyli liked to think that for what she saw, she handled herself pretty well. Sure she swore and jumped a bit, but she didn't run screaming and that's what counted, right?
Still, she needed something to take the edge off, and spending the evening at Ozzy's was exactly what she needed. She didn't even bother changing clothes, just bathed in her perfume to get rid of the dumpster-slash-dead-squirrel smell. Once she was wearing Eau de Baby Prostitute, she walked into the bar, waving at a few familiar faces and stepped over to the bar, ordering her first drink with a nod. Seriously, every bartender in town had to know her favorites by now. Once the shot of whiskey was in front of her, Emyli downed it and ordered a second. That was when she heard the girl next to her laughing at something or another. She wasn't shy by any means, so when she saw that the girl next to her was definitely someone she didn't know and she was attractive, Emyli decided to speak up.