Emma listens to Loretta’s story, taking in each sentence as the first comment sits in her stomach like a ton of bricks. She slides her knee away, and stares at the ghoul.  Dumbfounded for a moment.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">“I’m not some whore.”</span>Emma glares  at the implication, that old piss and vinegar coming back in full swing.  She narrows her eyes, seemingly sobering up a good bit.<span style="color: blue"> “I thought you’d have learned your fuckin’ lesson about making assumptions today.”  </span>Clearly shes talking about her prison time.  She downs the rest of her drink, and gives Loretta  a look that could kill.<span style="color: blue"> “I know I’ve learned mine.” </span>She digs in her pocket- not the outer one, the deeply sewen, inner pocket of her leather pants, and pulls her last six caps out.<span style="color: blue"> “Can you send that food up to my room please?  And if ya’ need any more bill me. Room 197 , should be coming in to some cash soon. I’m good fr it. Usually tip better but..” </span>she looks to Loretta and scowls.<span style="color: blue">“Change of plans.” <br/>
</span><br/>Emma stands from the bar, downing the rest of her third drink.  Her giddiness totally gone, she is back to square one.   She doesn’t run this time. There’s no point.  She didn’t want to stay here however.<br/><br/>She looks over her shoulder as she hears Jynx yell.   Sauntering  up to the wild pink haired girl just after shes’ done screaming. She looks the kid up and down.  Then looks to the fresh faced  Becca. Then back to Jynx .<span style="color: blue">“You feel like talkin’ kid … I’m in 197. Don’t sleep much. ” </span>She offers shrugging, looking between the pair, while in the dark most of the time, if there’s one thing Emma knew about, it was how fast one’s own hang-ups could FUCK up a good thing.<br/><br/>Just as Jynx pushed Becca …she pushed Loretta.  But Emma was<i> no one’s </i>whore. She wasn’t even ‘easy’.  The opposite was true in actuality. Sure she used her sexuality and flirting to get what she wanted, to piss off the Ranger and all sorts of shit,  but she didn’t sleep around.<br/>For them...any of them to call her a whore..it wouldn't bother her. For Loretta to call her a whore..it stung.<br/><span style="color: blue">“Still say you guys are cute. “ </span>She insists as she turns to leave ...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>