Somehow what Lyle was saying applied to him too. It was evident in the way he said it so pointedly that made her watch him. Never had she seen a more broken hearted man. It was touching in a way to see him so sad - not because he was clearly crushed, but because she'd never seen any male display the sort of grief Lyle was right now. Jon-James was cold, her father was too cushy in his life to ever have any grief. She hadn't gotten close enough to any other guys, either in friendship or relationship wise, to witness any sad moments but she figured they wouldn't be as intense as the vamp's.
After he clinked her glass Emmy paused before reaching across and patting his hand reassuringly. "I'll get over it, though. It'll linger for a while, might even make me hold a grudge against the place, but I'll get over it." Emmy was distracted by her name being called out from the stage - it was her time to depress the room. Or entertain, depending on how they viewed these things. "Guess I'm up!" she declared jauntily to Lyle, downed the rest of the contents and hopped off the stool. "Keep my spot warm for me. Or as warm as your vamp ass can make it..."
The stage was brighter than she'd expected. Blinking a little blearily to get used to the contrast Emmy slung the guitar strap over her neck before introducing herself. "Name's Emmy. I don't have weird teeth. And... this is gonna be fairly quick... but... here goes." The song she had chosen was one of her favourites when she'd been back in Australia. She was alone with the guitar, no accompanyment around her; some might say it would be quite daunting for a first timer at an open mic night but Emmy seemed to take to it quite well.