Visiting with Bianca had probably been the highlight of her day. Not that she really had anything to compare it to, but she enjoyed the brunette's company and that made all the difference in the world. Someone might say she'd gone to see Bianca so that she'd have something pleasant to think on while Eileen came to see her, but Emyli would have simply shook her head and called bullshit on that psychobabble. Her argument? She went over to try to get Bianca naked again -- not her fault that's not how the day went.
Emyli staggered through the door and let it slam closed behind her. At Eileen's answer, a garbled sort of laugh bubbled past her lips and she took a few steps forward, sure to not look in the redhead's direction. She leaned down and tried to slip out of her shoes, though it required more effort than it did to put them on. One hand was on the wall, trying to keep her from tilting over and crashing into the floor. Of course, her coordination had been the first thing to go that evening, so she didn't remain standing for very long. She barely got her first shoe off when she tumbled forward and rolled over onto her back.
She burst into a fit full of giggles as she lay there, her eyes squeezed shut as she let her laughter rumble out of her. She could only imagine Eileen's frustration and anger, but for some reason that caused her to laugh harder rather than to react with fear. And dear god, she was actually scared of this woman. She cackled and rolled upwards, trying to get at her other shoe. "You really ought to take it easy," Emyli snorted. "Someone might think you've got a stick up your ass." At long last, her second shoe slid off of her foot. She wiggled her toes now that they were free and she looked up at the redhead with a lazy grin on her face.
"Tell you what, I'll teach you how to loosen up. I'm a real good teacher, Red."