Bianca's smirk only grew when she saw the look on Emyli's face when she saw her. Yeah, this was better than sitting alone at home watching whatever lame rerun was on T.V. tonight. She probably has some sort of a disease. That was the sensible sounding little voice in the back of her head that... Bianca had never listened to. And if she had then she would have stopped the second she was told that she had a shelf life decades shorter than the average human. And on top of that she was not even human so why did they get to - stop. Now. Look at the girl. Bianca rolled her shoulders to release the tension that naturally started to form whenever she thought about what she was, the knots loosening as she watched Emyli walk over to where a bottle of whiskey was sitting. Bianca knew that type of whiskey, sold it at 7-11 and knew for a fact that it was one of the cheapest and most disgusting things that they had out there. But alcohol was alcohol and she picked out a shot glass to pour a bit in. It was a full shot, but she was a little wary of drinking ever since that night at the bar with Persephone. Or at least she thought she was. Until the night at Delta's apartment, again with Persephone and it was seriously a running trend with that woman. Demon. Whatever the hell she was, when she was around it was like there was no sense left when it came to stopping.
Emyli probably needed to never meet her great-grandmother.
Throwing back the drink, and ignoring both the burn and the tears that she had to wipe away after, Bianca leaned back against the counter and glanced around. It was pretty much exactly what sprung to her mind whenever she thought of a trailer, frankly. Her apartment was not impeccable, far from it, but... it was cleaner than this. "Nice place." If the sarcasm actually dripped from her words then she was not even going to try apologizing. She extended her shot glass towards Emyli, jerking her head at the bottle. "One more shot and I might be brave enough to move again and see this bed you're bragging about owning. Maybe owning." Bianca's small smile returned. "I mean, what says you actually live here?"