"Fair enough," Emyli shrugged, taking her shot glass and running the edge of it against her lip before downing the shot. "Ah," she answered, turning more so she could face the girl. She looked like she wasn't much older, definitely pretty if a little stuffy. Which just meant that she looked like she needed a good time. And Emyli was all about giving good times. It was like karma. She had called Lang over the other night, got good sex, and now it was up to her to pass it along to the next needy person. Sex Karma. Girl had to believe in something, right? "Parents always seem to have the most extreme reactions." She looked up at the bartender and motioned for two more shots, one for her and one for the pretty brunette next to her.
"I don't think I could see a therapist," She grinned. "They'd tell me what I already know. That I'm a narcissistic fuck who drinks too much." She held her shot glass up so she could clink it gently against the girl's. "Name's Emyli, by the way." Already the weirdness from the day was starting to slip out of her, being replaced by pretty women and booze. This was more her style, anyways. Not dealing with black-eyed girls and dead squirrels. God she hoped that wasn't going to be featured in her dreams tonight.
"You dance?" she asked, finally turning up her third shot.