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Ian couldn't help the laugh that escaped him in response to her kind words, the moniker of 'hero' tickling him slightly. "I don't know about that. More likely a guy who wasn't repulsed by the sight of blood and guts and figured it'd make a good career." Sure, he wasn't giving himself enough credit -- but whenever did he? "Yeah, well, it's a testament to how much fun I can be sober. You thought drunk Ian was a good time? Try me playin' designated driver." He remarked sarcastically, wiggling his brows for good measure.
"What? Kim Possible is the GOAT of hot cartoons. Well, aside from She-Go, that is. Obviously I have a thing for dark hair." The male pointed out. "Wow, the spitting image. How's it feel being an international woman of mystery?" He grinned, a chuckle escaping him. "Could be worse, cartoons are dope." Ian and his sister used to spend hours in front of the television (the moment their mother was actually able to afford one, that is), memories that he looked back on fondly. "Anyone you're lookin' forward to seeing? I personally am looking forward to solidifying my Brat summer by bumpin' it to Charli." Y'know, without the cocaine and what not.
"Mr. Designated Driver, it sounds so...kinky,” she teased, sounding nothing of the sort as she flashed a wide, cheeky grin in response. "Suppose that means I can enjoy an extra marg or two..." it was subtle, a hint towards the fact that he was driving home. And, if he was available — and not running off to save the world, the seed was planted. "It’s a tough job, but someone’s gotta do it.” She added for good measure, just in case he didn't quite catch her drift. Kathryn realised, quite recently, that her ability to talk to men outside of trying to con them...was zero.
"I could think of worse things than being an international woman of mystery.” Kathryn wasn't drunk, but she could feel the buzz from the drinks she'd had when she arrived. "Solid Brat summer vibes for sure. Charli has been killing it this year." brow raising, as her lips tilting into one of complete and utter amusement, barking a playful laugh. "I hope to god you know the dance everyone was doing on TikTok to the song, because if so, I expect to see it, and you...in your full performance era." Kathryn expected him to do nothing close to that, but it was playful and that was something she'd always enjoyed about Ian's company. It was lighter, freer. "I'm big on Stormzy, call it my inner Brit." and the fact that she'd been crushing on him for a long while now. "It's my inner gangsta." Throwing up a sign she was 95% sure was wrong.
“Mmm,” he gave a little noncommittal hum as he shrugged his shoulders and took a brief look around the festival, “Not sure yet. Prob’ly gonna dip out, though.” He had the distinct feeling that he and Taliah would likely be heading out after SZA’s set, because for them, that’d be the peak of the night and he couldn’t see them staying long after that. But…anything could happen. Cocking his head to the side as he twisted back towards Kathryn, he snorted a soft laugh, “Yeah? Funny, I don’t remember agreein’ to that rule,” he quipped back, shaking his head. It was just his little warning that if there was an opportunity to tease her, he’d likely take it if for no other reason than the way he was genuinely trying to enjoy the lighthearted air around him…and keep it up. Snorting at her mention of how he looked happy, he visibly softened, glad that at least he wasn’t projecting everything he was feeling. It wasn’t all an act though– Cole was actually enjoying himself tonight, and Kathryn was spot on as to one of the major reasons why, “She’s a big part of it, yeah,” he agreed with a nod, easily crediting Taliah for how he’d been able to keep his head above water as of late. With her influence at his side, he’d been able to stand a little more upright, despite the crippling weight he’d felt on his shoulders, “She keeps me halfway sane.” But, Cole didn’t want to talk about himself– he never did. Really, he wanted to shove the spotlight as far away from himself as he possibly could. He was happy to turn focus back on Kathryn, and took a step back as she started to turn on the spot, “Okay, okay, work it,” he chuckled, though the grin he was sporting soon fell flat the moment she turned around and he noted the vast array of scars adorning her back. Sobering then, Cole frowned gently, not really wanting to draw attention to them, but the moment he locked eyes with Kathryn, there wasn’t much he could do to mask his expression. Swallowing thickly, he nodded softly, “Those have anythin’ to do with what ya told me?”
Yes, it did. But her mouth blanked, her mind along with it. Kathryn stumbled, just slightly, as lips parted and her heart thundered in her chest. This was her own fault, because she'd actually forgotten...for once. For a moment. But she should've known.
"I, well" The shawl that'd been in her hands swiftly put back on. She never forgot, always kept that part of herself covered. Even in the dresses she'd chosen. She simply hadn't expected this heat. And even now, as she baked in the shawl, she knew others might ask — god, how did she say it? It wasn't something she broached, and she was thankful that most never asked the questions. But there were reasons he needed to know. Kathryn had asked for his help, begged — almost. Closing the space between where she'd span and where Cole stood, her arms folded over her midsection. It was her biggest insecurity, the one that hovered over her like an ugly reminder at all times. She trusted him, she did, so why did the alcohol in her stomach instantly curdle at the thought. "Yes...it was my punishment. Five hours of...torture. Literally." though the laugh that fell from her lips was anything but humoured.
Kathryn still remembered how her screams sounded, how at the thought, she could almost remember the pain. Phantom throbbing where they'd sliced and diced her like she was nothing more than a turkey for thanksgiving dinner. "I thought I was going to die. When he branded me...after he did the scars...the searing of my skin — " she could still smell it. Reaching up, she rubbed at her nose subconsciously. "He wanted me to remember that they owned me. That I was nothing." And the worst part of it all — she felt like they still had a hold on her. She avoided the mirror as much as possible. "I don't talk about it, I prefer to...I don't know, pretend that it never happened. Some would say I'm running away."
This was why she needed his help. Those people would kill her without a second thought and she no longer had Fender's connections, and while her own were vast...that kind of protection couldn't be brought.
FOR: @gabyharrisonx WHEN: August 24' WHERE: Kathryn's Office.
"Y'know, I kept thinking about the fact that we might arrange a trip away, or something. I love this place, don't get me wrong," pushing through the door to her office, as she swept in as Kathryn always did. This place was her sanctuary. "But it's always nice to get away for a while..." eyes lifting from the files that she ushered into a folder that had sat atop her desk and locked in her top draw. Things that she didn't need to see — a taught smile on her lips as she gestures to the seat. "Actually, first, you want a coffee? Got this new machine, and it's beautiful — and it gives you six different types. The twenty-first century, for you."
Hearing the woman's words, Sawyer couldn't help but scoff, a dry laugh escaping her lips. Kathryn's seemingly growing obsession with her had reached such a pathetic level it was almost pitiful. Had the blonde been watching the conversation as a spectator, she might have felt a twinge of sympathy for her. But as she brushed past the brunette, all she felt was a wave of secondhand embarrassment.
"Right," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, not bothering to meet the other's gaze. "It's a damn miracle this festival can hold your oversized ego and my patience at the same time." Without breaking stride, Sawyer continued her path towards the VIP tent.
Cole’s sister or not, Sawyer was what she would've speculated after their first meeting -- icy, unapproachable and highly up her own arse, but Kathryn also knew better than to underestimate anyone. Especially someone with a tongue as sharp as a viper, and a face that could use a slap to help it thaw out. Just because she kept her mouth shut didn’t mean she accepted the bullshit. Not in the slightest, but she wasn't here to cause trouble. She'd wanted to smooth over what she'd hoped had been a rocky start. She'd had a few of those. But it seemed some of her efforts were probably wasted on the woman stalking away. Lawyer, or not, decency was apparently a forgotten trait.
"Enjoy the show," Kathryn called, a larger, faux smile plastered onto lips as if it washed right off her back. Before turning, stalking away herself, a mumble under her breath. "What a stuck up bitch."
-- END.
Ender didn’t miss it– the way she eyed him the moment he said something even slightly cryptic. To anyone else, a mere comment about hoping whatever entity existed not watching him too closely might’ve passed by rather innocuously, but it wasn’t lost on him the way Kathryn appeared to take notice. It might’ve meant nothing, but considering her close ties to the Sons of Silence, nothing meant nothing to Ender, and so he just nodded, listening closely to her follow-up. There wasn’t anything particularly useful in her response, but it did shine a light on who she was, and where she placed stock– maybe it meant nothing now, but it might be something to played on later if she really was wrapped up with the Sons. “Good for you,” he supplied, and he genuinely meant it, “I’m still getting there,” when it came to getting good with the big man, that was. Despite growing up in a very traditional religious home, Ender had strayed quite a bit– by now, he was considered non-practicing at best, but he was still quite spiritual. “I can appreciate that,” he chuckled, nodding as he raised his drink to his lips. He’d always appreciated anyone who could get straight to the point, regardless of what that looked like. “That’s fair,” Ender supplied, shrugging his shoulders, and in a rare moment of vulnerability, he divulged a little– just a little, “Right time, right person…people preach that over and over, but I’m not so sure. Stars have to practically align nowadays.” He’d thought he had both of those things once, but he’d been proven wrong much later than what he’d preferred. Lifting a brow, he chuckled, “Just five? Pretty sure we’ve been at it for at least ten, so if you’re beyond bored, feel free to let me know,” Ender teased, his way of just carrying on the conversation and keeping them both engaged.
Watching each other, even if it was mere seconds, was enough to have her antenna ticking, but not enough to raise alarm bells. Once again, she settled, placing her drink down carefully on the bar. The need for another already tickling her senses, and the clock told her that she'd been done within the hour — even if she could kinda' leave when she wanted. This was as good as work, right? Keeping their customers entertained. "I think the one thing to always remind yourself, when you're trying to get good with him, whether you believe or not...he forgives and loves all." It was the most important thing that people often forgot. She wasn't one to preach, and she wasn't. It was a simple fact, and he could do with it what he will. Her beliefs had been changing as she grew, always evolving with her. But even she couldn't say she didn't believe...because so much of her did.
Right time, right person. Or no person. There were more than two options.
"Stars?" she mused aloud, the corner of her mouth quirking. "Funny you mention that. Spent a chunk of my life looking up, hoping they’d show me something… anything, really." Voice trailing off, and for a moment, her gaze drifted away from Ender, lost in some distant memory of her father talking on the couch when she'd been young: a man who'd given up his passion simply because he didn't want to spend his life unknowing. Space, stars, the unknown had been a part of her for as long as she could remember. Then, just as quickly, she snapped back to the present. "You’re right. Timing, alignment—all feels a bit out of our hands, doesn’t it?"
Kathryn was sure that it'd been longer than ten minutes, and although small talk did in fact bore her, there were some people who were obvious exceptions to the rule. Especially men whom she didn't know, new to town, and were in Cole's establishment. "Ah, I think you're just fine. Something tells me you don't bore people often." and she meant it. Intrigued was a word she'd use.
"Want another? These ones on me, though. I need your opinion on new flavours if anyone asks."
"I only know of you by name and association," she shrugged, smiling politely. Whether or not someone had mentioned she was British and she'd just forgotten, she wasn't sure, but it wasn't as though Kathryn held the focus on her conversations, or any, outside of the one with Rowan. "I'm the town's Fire Chief." Taliah smiled, almost sure it was a little egotistical of her to say that over simply saying she worked at the firehouse - but she'd earned that title and she was proud of it. With a gesture towards Kathryn, she wondered... "And you?" Outside of her business with the club, obviously.
"I guess we just kept missing each other." It was the only explanation she had; passing ships. With a couple sips of her drinks, she looks out to the crowds dancing and laughing like they didn't have a care in the world. She only hoped the evening stayed this light and happy. "This town must feel like an echo in the wind to you," she chuckled, knowing that the slow pace of Tonopah was a far cry from bustling city streets. "Yeah, well, I wasn't going to come actually but I'm glad I did, if only to say I came and I saw, you know?"
Kathryn was glad that she knew little of who she was. It gave her the chance to get to know Taliah without preconceived notions. It was one of the reasons she'd always loved moving around in her younger years. The ability for a fresh start every time she started again. “Fire Chief? Impressive. So, you like...literally run towards the fire while other people run away from it. I've honestly always been in awe of the fear you guys have to swallow everyday just to do your job,” the edge of her lips curling into a smile. "That's...yeah, wow." not completely at a loss for words, but close enough.
When the conversation was flipped back onto herself, the con artist was the first thought that came to mind. As it always did when asked, but now she could truly say...she had more than that. "I own the bookstore, the Lost Word. It's...been a struggle, but it's finally standing on its own two feet." As new business always was. It wasn't saving lives like Taliah, but it was close to heart. The written word had always been her true love. That, and space. The club had been the thing that had been missing -- what she'd been searching for. Family. Security. People who had her back and wouldn't sell her out.
Tonopah was pretty much the only place she'd considered home since her parents passed when she was eighteen years old. There'd been a place once, so close, but it'd been that of a mirage in a desert. Now...ironically, she stood in the sand, and basked in the heat...and felt grounded. "Cities aren't always all their made out to be." And she meant that. "If anything, it's made me feel calmer, given me the ability to think and reconstruct -- in the city, it's so easy to get wrapped up in a life you never really intended to lead." Cryptic, in the way Kathryn spoke more often than not. But enough.
A glimpse.
"Well, I'm glad you did. Passing ships no longer," laughter bubbling from Kathryn's lips as she followed Taliah's gaze. "Any chance you want to grab a drink?"
“True, true,” he agreed, head nodding as a chuckle rumbled in his chest, “I got a few habits I ain’t mad ‘bout.” The list was rather short but still, he could appreciate those ‘good’ habits for what they were. Them making money together certainly made the list. “Yeah, that’s one of ‘em,” he agreed with another laugh, not at all upset with how their business arrangement was going. So far, it’d been good for the club, funneling more money into hardworking pockets. That was all he wanted at the end of the day, especially in recent months when so much from a personal standpoint had felt so bleak to him. At least he could say that the club was still pushing forward, even if he himself felt stuck. Still, he was fighting not to show it, especially now, when the town was trying to have a good time– once again at the mercy of an event. He liked to think he was doing a good job at concealing how he felt, but even if he wasn’t, he greatly appreciated not being called on it. He’d never done well in any sort of spotlight and that wasn’t about to change now. “Yeah, we’re big fans,” of SZA, that was, and so Cole was looking forward to her set in particular. Historically, Cole was a classic rock and country fan, but he was willing to deviate from time to time and SZA was a perfect example of that. As Kathryn continued, he just nodded, unable to even pretend that he knew the artist in question– he was old school at best. Snorting a laugh, he nodded, “I can tell,” that she had a crush, even if just slight. “I dunno what that means, but…love that for ya, darlin’.” Pausing in his tracks, he backtracked a bit, grinning wide as he turned towards Kathryn, “Ya look great, by the way,” he complimented, wanting to just build her up after the bomb she’d dropped on him the last time they spoke, “Gimme a spin.”
"You hanging around after SZA?" She was hoping to integrate more, become a part of their circle. But it wouldn't happen overnight, and she'd had to remind herself of that, often. Still, Kathryn noticed small tells—the way his eyes didn’t quite light up like they used to, the stiffness in his shoulders that hinted toward there being something he wasn’t sharing. But as always, Kathryn respected his privacy. That didn’t mean she didn’t care. It...once again, simply wasn't her place. She’d been where he was, perhaps in a different way, but the weight was the same. "And, as a rule of thumb, you're never allowed to tease me bout' my crush after he's performed." She was pretty sure Cole would absolutely hate that kind of music. But she might be surprised — she never knew with him.
His compliment did exactly what its intentions were. Her face lighting up like a damn Christmas tree in the middle of the desert. “Thanks, boss,” she spoke, her voice easing into a teasing lilt. “You don’t look too bad yourself. Some might even say...happy. Would your Old Lady have anything to do with that?” In all honesty, Kathryn was genuinely glad to see him smiling, even if it was small. With everything she'd dropped on him as of recent, it'd been in the corner of her mind every waking minute — one wrong move and she could lose all of this. The family. The work. Her home. They both had their fair share of demons, and she knew how hard it could be to keep them at bay, but if there was anyone who understood what it was like to shoulder something so devastatingly painful. It was Cole. She only knew parts, but a man that hardened had seen and witnessed things she'd never be able to comprehend. And it wasn't her place to do so, unless he invited her. It was their recent interactions that had seen Kathryn begin to see Cole like the older brother she'd never known she needed.
Doing as Cole asked, she turned on the spot, hair fanning as she belted a laugh. In all honesty, twirling for someone was actually quite fucking embarrassing, but it wasn't until her eyes settled on his face that she realised exactly what she'd forgot when she'd taken her shawl off just over an hour ago.
"I mean, I've been called worse." She tossed back sarcastically, self-aware enough to know that this wasn't exactly the same persona that she carried the majority of the time. In fact, Lydia couldn't remember the last time she'd even allowed herself to have more than a few drinks, always maintaining an air of prudency in her every day life. "I was -- and, honestly I wasn't even really planning on sticking around until I saw how much fun everyone was having. Ugh, isn't it? And do you know what's even worse? I'm the one who made the freakin' schedule and put myself on for most of the day." Lydia couldn't help but roll her eyes, her work ethic getting in the way of her personal life as per usual. Her smile widened when Kathryn thread their arms together, using her free hand to point out one of the more crowded bars across the way. "Right over there! They're like super minty and refreshing, which is so needed right now. I'm not sure about you but my hair hates the humidity. I swear it was, like, three inches taller two hours ago -- I teased it and everything." Boy, she was a chatter box that day. "Okay wait. So, if we were in, like, the UK, what would be the drink I'd want to try?"
"Whoever called you worse needs a box to the nose." It was something her father would've said once upon a time. Watching Lydia, her movements, the way she was so free — it made Kathryn want to be exactly the same way. And because it was kind of different to her usual self, it was nice to see. She'd came here to do the exact same thing she was, so with a shrug of her shoulders, she turned her head and said, "Well, you're here with me now. Everyone's having a ball, but we're gonna' have an even better time." And she meant every word of it. "That schedule...if you made it, can't you change it? I mean, boss lady, you are the woman who gets a say in how it all pans out." the smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "I'm sure there's someone working who could do with the other time and give you a damn break." If not selfishly proposed, so that Kathryn could spend the time with Lydia, herself. "I'm a bad influence," she countered. Following where Lydia was pointing, Kathryn flashed a smile, feeling relief that she wasn't completely alone. "First things first, you'd get a Pimms pitcher. Enough to knock you flat on your ass in a beer garden if you aren't careful. And a beer garden isn't reserved for a weekend. It's any day the sun makes even a slight appearance — no joke. " glancing at Lydia to see her reaction, she grinned. "I'd also say go for a gin and tonic. Not just any gin and tonic, though. You'd want one with all the trimmings—cucumber, juniper berries, maybe a sprig of rosemary. They take their gin seriously over there, and trust me, it's worth it."
"No, it wouldn't." he responded with a small hint of sarcasm as he too, looked over towards the stand. "You would?" he cracked a smile this time, not being able to tell if she was being serious or not. "Wouldn't bother, I'll get it one way or the other." he was partially joking, though one hundred percent serious when it came to him not wanting Kathryn to get him anything. "Nice. Was gonna go with Amelia, actually, thank fuck I didn't." he chuckled lightly, glad to save himself that embarrassment at least. Aiden does nod at that mention of getting a drink, "Speaking my language right there, sure."
I'll get it one way or another. The best part was — so would Kathryn. She noticed how the cook took a cigarette break every ten or so minutes while she'd been over here. She'd snuck in and got things far harder than some damn hotdogs. If not, she's sure she could probably snake charm him into giving her free ones. It wasn't the first time she'd told someone she was an influencer. It worked. “Confident, aren’t we?” she teased with a playful narrow of her gaze before her eyes flicked to the stand one last time. Then finally returning to Aiden. “But I like that, y'know? Makes things far more interesting.” Tilting her head, her brows rose. "Do I look like an Amelia? If I look like an Amelia, then you look like a Harold" disbelief coating her words, as she began walking towards the drink stand. "What's your poison of choice?"
It was scorching and deafening, and the blonde wasn’t nearly as drunk as she’d hoped to be. She’d told her aunt she’d be right back with their drinks, but somehow, in this piss poor excuse of an event, she'd gotten turned around trying to find her way back to the VIP tent. Eventually, she stumbled upon a path behind the stage that led her back to the right direction. Sawyer almost hadn't noticed the brunette, until she heard her name being called out. The woman wasn't someone she recognized at first, it wasn't until the woman's question that Sawyer vaguely recalled their last interaction, which hadn't ended well. Not that it bothered her—It wasn't the first time she had a business meeting end poorly, and she was willing to bet it wouldn't be the last.
Maintaining her pace, she continued walking, ignoring the other woman standing in her way. The sun blazed down, and her mood grew more sour with every degree the temperature rose. "Until now," she answered curtly, as she passed by the woman who was clearly eager for a conversation that Sawyer was in no mood to have.
Kathryn’s smile faltered. Trying to take the highroad was something that had never been her strong suit, not in the slightest — but she was trying. So, when Sawyer brushed past her with the indifference and causality of a fucking cat, Kathryn had to do everything in power to not scoff out loud at the actual audacity of the woman. Who the fuck did she think she was? It still baffled her that she...was somehow related to Cole. Maybe a few lessons on how to be down to earth might come in handy once in a while.
The noise of the festival buzzed around her, but it might as well have been silent.
"Good job it's big enough for the two of us, then." Lips pursed, raising her glass in mock cheers. She kept her feet planted firmly on the floor. She wasn't going to bite. She'd leave that to Sawyer if she wanted to.
"Yeah, of course." Freya nodded her head with a smile, she knew she wasn't going to be on her stand all day - she'd surely run out of crowns, for starters, so she'd be happy enough to seek Kathryn out afterwards. "You know.. I don't even want to know." she laughed softly, knowing that Gaby was unapologetically herself and that's why she loved her. Her smiled widened a touch as Kathryn mentioned she loved one of the songs playing, "Oh I... hm.." she paused in thought, "Kinda hoping Paramore play Misery Business. Hozier's tomorrow, right? Probably looking forward to his set actually."
Gaby had a way of doing nothing wrong, and still being...entirely fucking Gaby — just the thought alone made Kathryn smile, even more so when she heard Freya's words, laughter turning into a snort. "She doesn't even have to do anything, and I'll say it was Gaby's fault." Flashing a smile. A joke, of course. "Misery Business is a fuckin' classic! I lose my mind to that one and Caught Myself. There's just something about the way Hayley belts. I mean, I try to sing along with her, but my voice — while not wholly terrible — isn't worthy of trying to hit those notes. That is certain. But all her music just makes me want to scream along with her." Hozier, she loved. There were not words, but she'd be alone for his set. Purposefully. "He's perfect." She wanted to watch him, not in the crowd, but with a drink in hand and to simply take in his voice.
"Oh no, I was talking to you. Wow, I didn't land that? Shit, I'm getting rusty, must be the beer," they said more to themselves and chucked their drink into the trash. Maybe going strictly green was the best approach. "I mean I mentioned store lights and you own a bookstore so you know," they shrugged, following Kathryn's line of sight before looking back at her. "Bond? Very handsome, I see the vibe. But I actually think I'm more of an Austin Powers if we're being really real. Plus, I don't know how Lara Croft would feel about 007, I think she'd think he was a square," they told her, though they were already leading her towards the bar as they walked. "What's your drink of choice? I'm not even going to try guessing cause I'd hate to get you a shitty drink."
"I think that's more me and the amount of alcohol I've consumed, and not you." A sheepish smile while Kathryn blinked as the embarrassment manifested in a warm flush tinting her cheeks. They'd been addressing her all along. Ella, thankfully, effortlessly turned the situation around. Kathryn was quick on her feet when she was working a con, or people watching, but even she at times found herself stumbling over herself in ridiculous mishaps. "Austin...Powers. Groovy, baby." laughter bubbling from her lips. Extroverted, and highly horny. "Lets hope you haven't lost your mojo." Kathryn originally pegged Ella as the quiet type, someone who lingered on the edges of conversations, like Kathryn, but now, as her brow arched — she wondered if she'd been wrong about them. "Honestly, I could go with a cold cider right about now. It might cool me the fuck down." Pausing, she turned. "What do you drink? Apparently, you can tell a lot about a person from what they drink."
His focus made it's way back onto Kathryn's side profile as he rested his head back, his brows creased lightly as a sparkle of amusement lifted within the curve of his smile. "...Wouldn't recommended that one." his voice held a teasing tone - Nate was more laying hints towards the great stripper name, rather than what she had actually just said. He began to wonder if she felt embarrassed and so this was his small attempt to try and ease that, sure, he could get why but he felt moving past it was best for the both of them. "Nah..." he suppressed his chuckle as he shook his head faintly, "Already seen it." he paused momentarily, "If anything you're making it better."
"Okay, if I was a stripper, what would my name be? And I want your honest opinion here...what kind of name do I look like I'd have? Jules? Ariel? Fuckin'...I don't know? Scarlet?" The first bit of laughter truly bubbling on her lips since they'd left. It was good to know that she hadn't ruined anything. "You have to answer honestly." The friendship was still at the forefront of her mind, but it was being clouded as she turned onto the street of the Lost Word, her loft apartment on the top of the store. She had two places in Tonopah, but she reserved the other for everyone else. She only allowed her closest friends into her actual private space. However, his last comment had her eyebrow lifting. "Sex with me is better than watching Interstellar?" incredulous, as she scoffed. "That sure would make my head inflate."
"Oh, that's great!" Logan said with a warm smile, her eyes sparkling as she listened to Kathryn talk about the recent uptick in online sales. "I've been good, you know, just super busy." Balancing the store and family drama felt like being on a never-ending wagon wheel. "Yeah, it has been a while, hasn't it? Are you enjoying the festival?"
The flush of a toilet to her left had her nose crinkling in disgust for a second. "I'll never understand the utter germ pit that is public toilets. I find them so damn gross." And that had been this way since she was a kid. However, she settled back into the conversation with Logan, the corner of her lip tugging into a smile. "It's been a lot to learn, being new to all the business side of things." hand raising and flicking her wrist. It hadn't been nothing. She'd struggled with it for weeks. "Being busy is the unfortunate side effect of getting older and doing that awful thing called adulting. 10/10 wouldn't recommend." Looking over her shoulder at the festival in full swing, she nodded. "I actually am, far more than I thought I would. How about you? You look fantastic." hand gesturing towards her outfit.
It took him a few moments to reconcile Kathryn's words once he'd turned around to face her, breaking out into a laugh only moments later. "Please, don't everyone clap at once..." he responded, playing into her quip and doing a little twirl for good measure. Admittedly, he was feeling a bit tense after learning that a particular ex of his was one of the performers that weekend, having decided last minute to attend the music festival as a simple way to get out of the house. Alas, he was suddenly feeling very, very grateful to see Kathryn, if for no other reason than she was particularly easy for him to give his full attention to.
"Well, I'm on call this weekend so I could be doing a little better, if I'm bein' honest, but only because I am literally craving one of those enormous frozen margs I keep seein' everywhere." He smirked, giving her a once over. "I am seriously diggin' the outfit. I mean -- shit, you're like if Kim Possible grew up and became a brunette."
An arch of her brow, hands raising as she gave him exactly what he asked for — a slow, sarcastic clap as her lips pulled into a wide grin. "You get what you ask for, especially when you're a comedic genius." All playful jabs, her eyes finding themselves crinkling in the corners. The only tell of her age. "But that spin, Ian," hand finding itself on her chest, laughter threatening to break free. "Ever think about getting into ballet? Beautiful posture."
However, for a just a moment, she tuned in. On call, which meant he could be called away at any minute. Pouting further, her head cocked to the side. Ian had chosen a profession so vastly different from the life she led. "You're a real life, everyday hero." gesturing towards him. "You should get awards...a beautiful day like today, margs in a fingers reach and you have to abstain..." a slow whistle from between her lips. "Impressive." To most, she was a bookstore owner...but the reality wasn't something she could openly share with him. No matter how much it crossed her mind -- still, she stuffed it to the back of her mind as she looked down at her outfit.
"Kim Possible? Really?" an impressed pout of her lip, arms crossing over her midsection as she gave a nod. "I was going for this festival kick-ass chic vibe, so I’ll take it." Striking a pose, one hand on her hip, before dropping it with a grin. Kathryn could be silly, at times. In anything, she liked to play into the moment. Enjoy herself and let loose. And, in Ian's presence, she could do exactly that. "thought I might blend in, now I find out I'm a walkin', talkin' cartoon character."
Nate glanced into her direction, his brow arching briefly as a smirk played on his features. "Yeah I figured." he scoffed a light chuckle - he wasn't judging, in fact he was willing to give Kathryn what she wanted, he just felt she could have gone about it a smoother way, or maybe not in the middle of a movie. Getting over that confusion, just made way for him to see the hilarity to it all, though it was one that was more toned down from himself, knowing that the last thing he wanted to do was make her feel stupid by his own reaction. Nate shrugged his shoulder casually, beginning to smile as she laughed. "Well I mean.. every cloud and all that shit."
Yeah, I figured. The words were enough to dust her cheeks in pastel pink. The drive was quiet for a moment, street lights turning the interior of the car into it's own concert, highlighting features, before once again casting them in shadow. Part of her wished she'd kept her mouth shut, honestly. But the need to make sure her friendship was okay had overridden that fact. Kathryn's mind raced, fingers drumming against the steering wheel, until something snapped inside of her and an irrational bubble of laughter left her lips, shaking her head. "Silver lining, fantastic. Great stripper name, Silver Lining...I'm sure a lot of men would be interested in that. Especially if they're having a bad day." sometimes, she just couldn't help the stream of conciousness that fell out of her mouth. But it was wholly Kathryn. Turning down the main section, she knew it'd be all but five minutes before they reached her apartment above the Lost Word. "I think I have some making up to do when we get back for ruining the movie."
