clean up on all the fucking aisles {katarina + sean}
Sean hadn't been at the bank robbery after party, though he usually attended every celebration The Crowd had. But after what he had done with the security guard, he just wanted a shower. Now, though, he wandered out of his room to see the aftermath. Very few of his family members every cleaned up. They partied and then scattered around to fuck, puke or sleep. Sean didn't consider himself the maid, but he would make sure they didn't leave any perishables out. He didn't want to be greeted with some ripe stench in the morning. Chuckling to himself, Sean headed down the hallway toward the main part of the hideout. He couldn't wait to here the wild stories, though he felt a bit jealous he missed out.
Sean's head shot up as he heard a yell, faint from the distance, reach him. His bet was on Skylar, experimenting with some new shit. The words fit, but the voice-- Katarina? There was no fucking way. The voice sounded slurred, drugged. All he could think of was the limp figure he had come across walking home, and that image sent him sprinting in the direction of the shout. Drunk? Drugged? What the hell had he missed at that party? And who the fuck let her get intoxicated? If anyone had messed with her, he was going to fucking kill them.
When he arrived at a door that led to the roof, Sean's heart practically stopped. He shoved the door open, hoping that he had misheard. Hoping that Katarina wasn't intoxicated on the roof of all places. But he saw her familiar figure up against the guardrail, seemingly unscathed, but clearly drunk. Sean sighed, relieved to see her intact, and made his way to the younger member. "Kat, I mean, Katarina-- Jesus. What the hell have you gotten into?" All thoughts of murdering whoever was responsible left Sean's mind. He walked toward her, arms extended to support her. He just wanted to get her somewhere safe to sleep it off.