Emily was also having a good time, and equally surprised. She had expected her stay in Russia to be a long and boring winter. Now, at least for tonight, Em was having a touch of warmth, and she wasn't about to miss it. Tomorrow morning, she thought to herself, I'll go back to being the boring little nurse. But not now. By now, she just wanted to enjoy herself a little and forget all about her problems.<br/><br/>When Dasha got called to the front desk, Emily was a little disappointed. If she decided to leave for the night, it would be a very long rest of night for her in the room. And she didn't feel like going back up there, not yet. Damn, why couldn't things work out right once in a while?<br/><br/>"Oh, that's all right. I... I think I will..." Before Emily could even finish her sentence, Dasha had kissed her, and she froze in place for a few seconds. Her eyes seemed even wider than usual when the Russian woman backed away, and her face was able to rival with a tomato.<br/><br/>"What on Earth...?", the British girl muttered to herself. "That woman must be crazy", she completed.<br/><br/>But you liked it, didn't you?, an inconvenient voice in her head asked. You know you did.<br/><br/>With a deep breath, Emily considered her two options. One, she could give the bartender the number of her room and ask him to take note of both drinks, including the one the Russian woman had offered to buy her, and that would be the end of it. Two, she could stay where she was for a few more minutes and try to figure this woman out.<br/><br/>Still unsure about what to do, the girl got a small mirror from her purse and checked herself out, cleaning the lipstick on her lips. Since she wouldn't want to get out of there to reapply her own, Emily stayed there for a moment more, and was still contemplating her own eyes in the mirror when Dasha returned. "Oh... I was just...", she started, feeling a tingle down her back just from making eye contact to the other woman.