Emma nods, placing the cigar between her lips. She eyes pinkhaired girl as she undresses. Scars...Emma loved scars..just not her own. The scarred..the imperfect.  She loved the downtrodden, thoes who had life kicking their ass all over the place-but refused to submit. These were the people Emma liked.  Loretta seemed like one...then the whole ..whore bit soured it.<br/><br/>So what if Emma was sexual to get what she wanted? She hadn't fucked in damn near six months on her own volition. She didn't want to bed the ghoul anyhow..not just yet.   But no matter what in Emmas mind, if she used sex as a weapon..she'd be considered just as big a whore as whatever hapless  bitch Ranger-fuck undoubtedly was paying to plow in the ass at this very second. She liked this girl. She was sweet...under all that crazy. And the crazy was just a shell. What one did to survive.  No different from the Shufflers rotted flesh, her scars, or  Sues ...issue with Jynx.  They were fuckin' still people.  And sometimes she'd like the world to remember it.<br/><br/>She pries her eyes away from the pink haired girl. Her giggling drunken facade totally gone now. Sure it wasn't all a show..but she hammed it up. She was happy in the bar..with the ghoul. The ghoul was sweet to her..<br/><span style="color: blue"><br/>
"Is there anything to keep Jynx quiet?"</span>Emma exhales the thick smoke away from Sue,<span style="color: blue">"Maybe give her another friend to play with...If Jynx was that crazy fuck that was chasing me earlier.."</span>she beams,<span style="color: blue">"I like a good chase. Maybe Jynx and I can be friends..and Becca can be free of her?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>