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[b]Interacting with:[/b] Danny Walker [@Sisyphus]

Emily stood at the edge of the building watching the glorious sunrise. An orange creeped over the dim sky followed by the gorgeous painting of colour to follow. Orange, pink, purple and blue. Emily rarely saw the morning sunrise. She was usually hungover in the morning or, on occasions, still asleep. Her grand escapes from her one night's stand's house usually ended up taking place not far after the sun's spectacular display announcing it's arrival. Emily figured if the sun was a person he'd be an egotistical asshole. She'd hit that. 

The breeze mixed with the smell Emily knew much too well- stale booze after a fun night. The combination of these scents felt almost homely; reminiscent of late nights partying and drinking. Nights resulting in not-so-shameful walks of shame and/or the pounding headache in the morning she was all-to-familiar with. The air was, a bit nippy. Emily reckoned her dream self must have been too stupid to remember a jacket. Or was dream-Emily thinking dream-Emily was stupid? One of the other. Instead she wore a singlet top and jeans, her leather jacket not in site, nor denim one. She looked at distant rising sun and wished it would rise faster to warm the place, alas, that was not how a sunrise worked, even in her dreamworld it seemed. 

It wasn't long until a voice called out to her. Emily turned to see a man, tall with brown skin. Oh, was this the part where they'd go downstairs and screw? Perhaps dream-Emily was smarter than Emily thought she was. The look on his face, however, told her otherwise. She just gave him a smirk, thinking of what could have been if this dream went her way. [color=DarkTurquoise]"In a freaking rainforest."[/color] She replies sarcastically, [color=DarkTurquoise]"You're not as stupid as you think you look, sweetie. Or I hope so at least. This sanctuary doesn't need more stupid,"[/color] Emily had never met this man before, she knew that, but there was a nagging feeling surfacing from the back of her mind. This man was important to her. Good, all the more fun to tease. 

In the distance she spots a half full bottle of Tequila, laying on the ground near on of the soiled outdoor sofas. Emily leaves her post momentarily to snag the bottle and takes a swig from it as she returned to her position. Well, if she wasn't going to bang anyone in this dream she might as well drink.