Emma gazed around at the others in the room. Another bearded man, also a smoker; a tattooed woman; and a thin, short haired woman. They were missing one, presumably a man looking at the pattern. She turned to watch as the small woman approached the other two at the bar. She shrugged and, after a second, followed. As she approached, she beamed at the other three women. "Hello there. I'll have a glass too please." Emma had never really been one for wine, she preferred whiskey or bourbon, but she'd drink it.
"I'm Emma, by the way. I think, umm..." she paused, and turned to the smaller woman, gesturing, "...you knew that, right?" She smiled again, thanking the vaugely European woman as she was handed a glass. She leaned onto the bar slightly, glancing at the door. "When do you think somebody will show up? They're going to be late, and that can't be good." She raised an eyebrow as she looked at the others. "Oh, I forgot to ask, what are your names?"
"I'm Emma, by the way. I think, umm..." she paused, and turned to the smaller woman, gesturing, "...you knew that, right?" She smiled again, thanking the vaugely European woman as she was handed a glass. She leaned onto the bar slightly, glancing at the door. "When do you think somebody will show up? They're going to be late, and that can't be good." She raised an eyebrow as she looked at the others. "Oh, I forgot to ask, what are your names?"