It wasn't often that Emyli got someone into her head that she couldn't just forget. Bianca, though, now she wasn't just some forgettable person. She was an odd sort of person who could bring dead squirrels back to life and whose eyes turned as black as coal. If Emyli ever had crushes, she'd probably say that she was crushing on the necromancer; but seeing as she didn't have crushes, she just figured she had a craving for something a little more physical from the young woman. Well, it was that and the fact that since her night of weird dreams, she couldn't shake the more pleasant half of her dreams out of her head. While she had done her best to simply ignore the creepier aspects of the dream, as well as everything that had to do with her family, Emyli had logged away the first half of the dream; the half where Bianca had played a much more intimate role. She didn't feel like going out to a bar and finding a stranger to crawl into bed with; instead, Emyli wanted to get to know Bianca a little more, even if there little to know talking.
Wearing a bit more than usual, Emyli spent her time texting Bianca lounging on her couch and playing with her heels by kicking them on and off of her feet. When Bianca finally said that she was on her way, the dream eater went into her bedroom and glanced in the mirror. It wasn't that she necessarily wanted to be presentable, but she wanted to take a minute to appreciate the thin layer of mesh along her shoulders and collar bone and to make sure that her eyeliner wasn't smeared. Once she was done with that, she walked back into the tiny kitchen to grab up a couple of shot glasses from the counter. A bottle of cheap whiskey was missing only about a quarter of its contents from where Emyli had been nursing on it last week and was sitting on her table, just calling her. So she poured a quick shot and downed it before her guest arrived. Was that the whiskey hitting her stomach that made her feel a little jittery? Or was it the fact that she had invited someone she hadn't slept with over? Or did it go even further because it was Bianca and her black eyes and blood intrigued and sort of frightened Emyli all in the same breath? Don't be stupid. Get drunk and fuck, that's it. It's not likely that it would become something that happened steadily; and even if it did, Emyli wasn't a one-girl kind of girl. But Bianca had to know that at this point, so she shouldn't expect anything different.
A knock on the door put an end to Emyli's thoughts and brought a sly grin to her face as she stepped over to the door and opened it. "I like to keep people guessing," She joked as she held the door open to let Bianca in. What? She could be a hospitable host when she felt like it. "And if it's a problem, it can be fixed pretty easily." Her grin became even more devious at her suggestion as she closed the door behind Bianca and stepped back over to the table where the whiskey was waiting. It was cheap and tasted like horse piss, but at least it burned on the way down. That was all Emyli ever needed from her alcohol.