Emyli's smile slid just past coy to flirtatious as she waited for her cigarette to be lit. She pulled a long drag of the cigarette and watched as the end burned merrily as a stream of smoke rose steadily from the tip. "I take it you like cheap booze too?" She asked the man, blowing out a small puff of smoke as she grinned. Cheap girl, cheap drink. It didn't matter how much you classed somebody up: everyone looked the same in the dark and tasted just as cheap and tawdry as the last person. Thoughts like that might have sobered Emyli up, or at least made her a little bit self aware. Not now. No, she was far too gone to even begin thinking with what little sense she had.
"Hey," she sputtered out at Cherry. "Fuck you very much -- I showered today." It wasn't until after she responded that she began to wonder if it wasn't something a little more that the woman was referring to. A blip of panic ran through her thoughts quickly, but it was dulled easily by the haze of drugs in her system. She had this brief, wild theory that Eileen had gotten together with other supernaturals in the area and discussed how odd she found Emyli's blood. What if that bitch had actually sold it to someone and they got a taste for her that they couldn't satiate? For fuck's sake... Emyli swallowed and took another drag off of her cigarette before she glanced over at the guy who looked like he was carved out of fucking marble. That helped. A lot, actually. She let any flashing thought of Eileen float away.
"Whatever you're on, honey, I think you ought to share." Anything that made the streetlamp seem like a good dance partner had to be good shit. Emyli just hated she was missing out.