There was no question that Eileen believed she was better than Emyli. She might have been extremely casual when it came to who entered her bed, but at least she had standards. Though she didn’t have much to go on, she would have guessed that so long as it was breathing and willing, Emyli would sleep with it. If she had been able to listen in to the girl’s thoughts (and she hadn’t been keeping up a façade of interest), Eileen would have been all too happy to inform her that they were nowhere close to being similar. Had she not been on a job, she would have ignored Emyli outright; if Emyli had been a man, then she would have bled her on the principle of removing such a skeevy individual from the planet. At this point, wasn’t she doing that already? Her face didn’t change as Emyli mulled over her name. She would not have been surprised if the girl was making note of the old-fashioned name. Eileen could have easily given out a pseudonym to others, one that matched the twenty-year old exterior she possessed, but she was much too fond of her name to go by anything else. Eileen was exponentially better than Brittany or Tiffany or Emyli.
The wicked grin on her face only deepened when the blonde moved closer so that their arms touched. Had the cab not showed up when it did, Eileen would have likely completed the kiss herself, though it would have mostly been to keep herself from laughing. Nothing interesting outside of Scarlet Oak? Eileen may have not seen any more than Ireland and New York, but even still she was willing to accept that the world had plenty to offer. How pathetic did one have to be to think that Scarlet Oak was as good as one was going to get? While her hands were busy with shaking out and closing the umbrella, Eileen allowed her eyes to course up and down Emyli’s body as she slipped into the cab backseat. She scooted over until her bottom rested on the middle: enough room that Emyli could have a seat of her own but not far enough that the distance between them was too great. “No, no one is waiting for me.” And that was the truth. If Kiara was indeed home, which wasn’t something Eileen could guarantee, she was most certainly not waiting by the door, anxious for her daughter’s return. Of course if days passed without any word, she knew that her mother would come looking for her, but Kiara had always trusted her to take care of herself.
Eileen stretched her arm out over the back of the seat, opening herself up in case Emyli wanted to move closer. Where was their conversation to go now? Though they hadn’t been talking for very long, already she felt that they had said all there was to say. It couldn’t hurt, she supposed, to cement her intentions – as though Emyli was not already on board. A single finger came up to trail along the edge of Emyli’s jaw. The only pressure Eileen put behind it was enough to turn the other girl’s face more toward her. She didn’t wait nor did she ask for permission before she leaned in and took the kiss they had missed earlier. Her lips were soft and innocent, but the tongue she invited into the kiss was anything but. Decades ago, Eileen would have tried to imagine that she was kissing a man in an attempt to feel a little enjoyment out of the experience, but she had since learned that it wasn’t worth the effort. Kissing a woman was simply not the same. She could only endure the façade and hope that bleeding the girl would pay off in the end.