((Gyargh, been missing a bit. Oh well.))<br/><br/>When Emma made it known about her feelings towards being insulted, Loretta clapped her forehead. She should have known. Sarcasm and mockery were never very good for when someone was drunk. She sighed. "<span style="color: purple">Well, shit.</span>"<br/><br/>Loretta stood from the bar and offered what was necessary for what was served along with a healthy tip. "<span style="color: purple">Thanks for the drinks, man,</span>" she told Vega before following Emma.<br/><br/>She clambered up the stairs, walking down the hallway until she made the corner that would lead to Emma's room, but stopped when she saw Emma yank the basket case into her room.<i>Fuck</i>. Well, it wasn't as though it hadn't been her fault. She'd gotten Emma drunk, let something slip and really struck a sour note. She made a bit of a kick that grazed the ground before turning on her heel and going back down to the casino and bar.<br/><br/>When she walked in, Loretta spied the young thing that had been talking to the pink-haired loon. She looked like the conversation she had troubled her. Loretta approached the girl; her name was Becca, if she'd heard anything right. But whatever, she strode to Becca's side and asked a question. There was something she needed to know. Calmly, she queried, "<span style="color: purple">Is she as nuts as we all think?</span>" Her question was direct, yes, but it was for something direly important.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>