Emyli was well aware of the type of person she tended to attract; people like Langston or Toby, the kind who were never going to settle down and didn't expect anything less of the women (or men) they chose to sleep with. People who were out to find the fastest, easiest high of the night with little regard to anything else. People like her. As such, she held no delusions about the Irish woman sharing her umbrella. Though she seemed like class incarnate, the fact that she was receptive to Emyli's suggestions and advances revealed something else in her character, something dirty and found in the night's filthy underbelly. Something the dream eater was all too familiar with.
"Eileen, huh?" Emyli tested the name out, liking the way it flipped off of her tongue. It sounded a little dated, like a grandmother's name, but who was she to judge? Hell, for all she knew, Ireland was decades behind the states in what was popular and what wasn't. Besides, she had learned a long time ago that the odds were likely she was just going to forget the name before the night was over. She shifted under the umbrella, standing closer to Eileen in what could have been an attempt to just get out of the rain even more. The weather made a good excuse to stand so close to the redhead and a little water only made things more exciting in Emyli's opinion, but she did wish that the weather didn't require them to wear coats or jackets; brushing against Eileen's arm would have been much better had it been a skin on skin sort of sensation and not the rustling of their sleeves. "How nice," she responded. Not that she was really listening or cared as to why Eileen was in town. All that mattered was that she was and here she was spending the evening with Emyli.
Clearly, this was not Eileen's first rodeo. Emyli could sense that much in the way that Eileen leaned in close, forcing the dream eater's eyes down towards her full lips. She was only a couple of inches taller than Eileen, but she was still enraptured by the redhead's bearing. She laughed. "What makes you say that, my overwhelming love for the place?" Of course, she thought that the question was simply probing to find out if Emyli was seeing anyone. So she shrugged and grinned. "Nah, I'm as free as a bird around here. It's the lack of something better out there," she gestured with her hand. "That keeps me." Her gaze lingered on Eileen's lips and she wanted to close the distance and press her lips against the redhead's, but a flash of light illuminating them gave away the taxi that was pulling up. She opened the back door and gestured for Eileen to go in first before she slid in after. She barely looked at the disgruntled cabbie before giving him an address.
"Anyone staying up, waiting for you to come home?" Not that she cared or that it mattered. If Eileen was with someone else, she was out on the town and going to party with Emyli -- she obviously didn't want to be home.