The girl’s reaction to Eileen’s feigned flirtation suggested that this was something she experienced on a frequent basis. Dressed like that, she had no doubt that the blonde was hit on quite often. As much as she had no interest in what the girl had to offer, Eileen couldn’t deny that confidence went a long way in getting somewhere with a person. Even without her siren’s song and natural beauty, she knew that she would still be able to pick men up based solely on the assuredness that she could. There was no pause for an answer, not that she minded. She had more than enough money to split the fare; anyway, it was a small price to pay for the blood she was confident she would be walking away with. As the girl finished making arrangements, Eileen moved closer still until their arms touched so that her umbrella could cover them both. The gesture likely came off more generous than it was intended; mostly, she was just tired of looking at the girl getting soaked to the bone; if the close proximity helped her cause, all the better.
“Oh no, I quite like Emyli,” she purred, laying her accent on as deeply as possible as she smiled devilishly at the blonde. “I’m Eileen.” If this had been nothing more than a one-night stand, she would have likely given a fake name along with a false backstory, but since she had every intention of killing Emyli, there was no reason for secrets. Who was she going to tell after she was drained bone-dry, anyway? “I moved from New York to help my mom with the family business. She runs a catering service for those with a …specific palate.” Okay, she couldn’t give away the whole truth. One didn’t show the blade to the lamb they were about to slaughter.
Eileen leaned forward a little such that her mouth was barely a couple of inches away from Emyli’s face. The look on her face was one that seemed as though what she was about to say next was a secret. “Something tells me that you’re a town native.” She was insinuating that Emyli’s regard for Scarlet Oak gave her away; however, Eileen could think of quite a few other things that betrayed her: namely her no-class outfit and attitude. The thought occurred to her, much like it did whenever she made a kill, whether or not this girl was someone to be missed. Nothing like the present to find out. “Lots of family keeping you here?”