"Mhm," Emyli's voice was low and a touch smug. "I'm sure you do." Her smile was a sloppy sort of coy, a look she ought to have had a patent on by this point. There was no derision in her tone, nor did she think on his words enough to find the place where she should have been offended. Even with fewer drugs in her system, the dream eater would have reacted much the same way to his words. Life was too short to get offended, and when you dressed like her and acted like her, people were going to make comments like that. What was the point in getting pissy when it was true as hell? She knew she was easy and she wasn't ashamed of it. She was the type of girl put on the planet to enjoy everything there was to enjoy as fast and hard as she could. Someone told her once it was a good way to die young and Emyli's response was nothing short of Exactly.

She didn't follow a word of what Cherry was saying, not really, but she smiled and laughed softly as though she did. It was an easy act to put on, especially when she could hide her smile behind the cigarette she was puffing on slowly. She honestly couldn't remember if her shower was nice or not (or really even if it had taken place today or the day before), but she nodded with a shrug. She was thinking about responding when the flask was being offered to her. Emyli accepted it without really thinking, wondering what in the world Angelic Stoner meant in regards to the contents. Even the A-positive bit was lost on her. There was no hesitation in her movements as she brought the flask up to her lips and allowed the remnants of the thick liquid to dribble down past the mouth of the flask. One drop caused her to pause. A second was enough to remind her that the metallic taste was not booze. A third told her it was blood.

The flask came down and she pulled a godawful face before tossing it back towards Cherry. Had she been sober enough, she might have slapped herself for being so stupid. Fucking vampires drinking fucking blood. Of course they had spiked blood. She made a gagging sound before she started to laugh at herself -- might as well be the first one laughing when you're the butt of a joke. Her laughter didn't stop the way her stomach started rolling as she thought about blood. Still, she tried to keep up appearances. That, and she really didn't want them to realize how close to hurling she was. "Remind me to never be a fucking vamp. Shit's nasty."