Emyli nodded to show that the second shot was indeed for her new friend. At least, that's how the dream eater was thinking of her. She was a pretty girl and she had not turned her nose up at Emyli or remarked on how she ought to butt out and try to pick up someone else. Which meant that this girl was potentially interested, which helped make Emyli's day oh-so better. The liquor went down with a burn that was being numbed by the previous two shots. Three shots in rapid succession meant that the blonde was definitely going to be feeling better soon. "Yeah, I've never been one for denial. You are who you are and that's it." She didn't believe in that people-can-change, self-help, life's-a-garden-dig-it bullshit. She was a terrible person and that wasn't changing just because she woke up on the rag and decided to be nicer.
"Renee," Emyli let the name linger on her tongue as she smiled around the syllables. She let her eyes roll over Renee, her smirk just as playful as it always was. She had always been told she had a cute smile. That was another thing; Emyli was cute. She wasn't sexy. She was a baby-faced, drug-addicted slut and there were no two ways around it. That wasn't ever going to change, either. "Wanna?" She asked, sliding off of her bar stool with an expectant grin. One night stands were easy: have fun. And that's what Emyli planned on doing for the rest of her life. The good die young, she thought wistfully.