Emmy looked at him curiously as he asked her name. He had found a loophole, though in reality, she did tell lies if she needed to protect herself. Her name was her own, it was probably the one thing that no one could take from her. She didn't want to tell him that piece of herself. After all, she didn't know them. But he was her ticket for money. As cruel as it sounded, he could be her sugar daddy. He had the money and the influence to help her in a way no one else could. "Emmy...but I go by Nightbird on stage." She didn't tell him that her full name was Emerson, that would be too much sharing for one night.
The thing about Emmy was that she had a past. She had demons and skeletons and they came out at all the wrong times. She was a broken girl who needed rescuing...but wouldn't ask for handouts. She was complicated and he should probably steer clear of her but she didn't have the will to tell him to run in the other direction.
She took the second glass of bourbon and brought it to her lips, sipping it as she looked over at him. She raised her eyebrow, as if expecting him to tell her his name as a part of the deal he was making. He claimed that his life was boring and she wished that was her life. "...and my life is hard and full of heartbreaks. I'm just here to let lose tonight...not put my problems on others." She hoped that he would be satisfied enough that he wouldn't ask her anything too personal, not yet at least. she had to know him far more intimately than she did now. He had to earn the right to know about her demons and skeletons.