Now walking in a bee line towards his direction was Ema and here freshly drunken breath, that Kyle had gotten used to over time. She managed to say "H...llo" but even that was a strain Kyle thought. "What's up" Kyle shouted at her over the now slow music coming from the stereo. Kyle knew she was going to fall, he asked he to a slow dance , but just as that happened the song changed to something different and Emma came to life. "This is my jam"!!! She said with all of her enthusiasm as she led. The alcohol left a warm feeling in her stomach, one that made her feel both relaxed and happy at the same time. Within an hour she had finished her bottle and most of another than one of the guys had offered her. Feeling a bit tipsy, she finally stood up and then immediately plopped back down in her chair. Walking was not an option, apparently. She blinked a few times as the group laughed at her inexperience. "Well...I'd better get to bed!" she said clumsily, trying to stand again. This time a. When we did fire, shooting little more than a warning shot, your pitiful ship shredded into little more than shrapnel. Even then, rather than taking possession of anything, we rescued those you left to die.”“Everyone takes. No other way. You either take, or others take from you. Now you demand tribute or you attack our ships. You no different, just have strange magic. But once we figure it out, the tide will turn!”Someone entered the secured room without announcing themselves and no one. ”How do you respond to something like that? Woman has a great job as a stock broker, plenty of money, responsive body, but SHE’S A FUCKING PSYCHO!! Somehow, I could visualize Glen Close and a Fatal Attraction situation here.I did my best to act like it was just another day, frantically trying to figure out how to get away from her. She followed me like a puppy and had to be touching me as much as humanly possible. This has to end.“Madoline, I can’t be what you need me to be. You need a constant.