<span style="color: blue">“You say ‘stripping for drinks’ like it’s a bad thing ‘muffin.”  </span>Emma beams, letting her knee playfully knock against the ghouls before wincing,<span style="color: blue"> “Right…Knee cap..your gun.Gotta remember that.”</span>She rubs her knee as her blush deepens, creeping down her neck and over her pale scarred skin.<br/><br/>She takes her drink, and downs it with out thinking twice. Her eyes start to water as she blinks back tears,grimacing as she moves her jaw back and forth illustrating her  distaste for the strong liquor.<span style="color: blue"> “Good lord, the fuck <i>is</i> this shit? I’ve had better hooch in the fuckin’ klink.” </span>Emma scrapes her teeth against her tongue , trying to remove the strong flavor from her mouth.<span style="color: blue">“Another. Please.”</span>She  points to the drink.<br/><br/>She eyes the bartender<span style="color: blue">, “Yah..new to the strips a nice way of putting it.” </span>She gives the bartender a wide catlike grin. She debates throwing out a few flirty words to see how her companion will react.<br/><br/><br/>She thinks back for a moment on Lorettas words,<span style="color: blue">“So wait..thoes fuckers have posters out now?” </span>She shakes her head- shes never getting out of this.<span style="color: blue">“They fuckin’ paint me as some bloody monster, S’not cool. I beat them. They need to just suck it the fuck up and take it in the ass like the rest of us do. Fuckin’ crybabies.” </span>She rambles. She takes the second drink and tilts it to her lips- this time letting the slow burn of the alcohol trickle down, instead of simply slamming the concoction.<br/><br/>She turns her attention back to Loretta, wincing again as the drink starts to hit her bloodstream.  She nudges the ghoul playfully, grinning at Lorettas lopsided expression<span style="color: blue"> “The fuck are you all smiley at?” </span>She actually breaks in to a giggle- a genuine giggle- before she slaps her hand over her mouth, silencing her self and suppressing a small hiccup.<br/><br/>She pulls her fingers away and purrs<span style="color: blue">“S’why you like me Loretta…someone bitchier then your self is always a valu-ar-a-able commodity to have.”</span>Her words are already slightly slurred.  Skinny girls who haven’t eaten in days aren’t the best in keeping their wits about them when liquor was present. But this Loretta...she'd keep this one around for a while.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>