When she'd been handed her keys, Loretta had been just about ready to head directly to her room and drop off her weaponry- after all, ghouls were already considered to be big enough buzzkillers on their own, and seeing one with a shotgun and machete certainly wouldn't help the mood one bit- but immediately decided against it when Emma suggested they go to the bar. The last place one would want to be unarmed was a room full of drunk and high people. She'd rather pick a fist fight with a Legionnaire than try and deal with a crowd of idiots who you couldn't knock out with a super sledge.<br/><br/>To Emma's wishes Loretta gave a toothy half-smile. "<span style="color: purple">Sure,</span>" she said. She jerked a thumb in the drunk man's direction. "<span style="color: purple">Even if the bar wasn't right down the hall, we'd just need to follow the trail of his breath and we'd be there faster than if we had a map.</span>" Looking back at Emma, Loretta's smile widened a bit, although her lips were closed. "<span style="color: purple">C'mon, I'll pay. I still got some caps on me,</span>" she said. It seemed like she'd managed to nab herself someone who really got to her this time.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>