"Yeah, Soph is coming for a service," Emily sorts. Yeah, in my your dreams, Emmy. "Had to promise she could watch mind, but I don't judge. i wouldn't let anyone play 'round with my baby."
"Conquests? She was my conquest.... um... Is it still a conquest if you practically give it away?" Emily laughs, then downs the rest of the scotch. "It... started out that way, yeah. Then we got close, and it got... feel-y..." The werewolf scowls half-heartedly. "I don't do feel-y! Not ever! But.... there was something about her. Then she had to go..."
The Ithaeur shakes her head again. "But Soph is right! It's the past. New year! I can hunt down some hot midnight kiss, I'm cute and young, just like she said!" She gives Sophia a look. "Hang on, Soph, I'm young? You can only be a few years older'n I am!" She grins and starts drinking from the flute she scoops up from the bar.