#ftf:kitty

[andreahuts]

TIMEFRAME: 31 July, evening

LOCATION: IHQ Bar

OPEN TO: Kitty Wilde @wildehq

WARNINGS: None.

Beth had always been careful when it came to alcohol. She knew that since her parents were alcoholics at one point, it’s very likely that she could easily become one as well. But today, she just really needed it. Sitting by the bar, she sipped daintily at her martini. “Do you ever think sometimes men are just all around terrible? They bait you in with their pretty words and time-limited gentlemen-like actions, but then the moment they trapped you down, they just --” She shrugged and gave a small head tilt. “You know?” 

[catferro]

who: Ryan Pierce & Kitty Wilde @wildehq

where: Downtown, LA

when: 3 July, 2019 - afternoon

Turning into the parking lot, Ryan gently tapped on the gearbox and shifted down to first gear before bringing his bike to a stop. Angling his bike just right and his left hand holding firmly onto the clutch, he rolled his bike back into the parking slot. Once parked, he made sure to check his surrounding before shifting gear back to neutral, kicking down the kickstand, and finally shutting off the engine. The whole process came naturally to Ryan with all the years of practice. 

Once the alarms are all set, Ryan hopped off his bike and took off his helmet before shaking his hair loose. Out the corner of his eye, he spotted someone distinctly familiar. With a rather excited grin, Ryan made his way towards the figure. “Hello, gorgeous! Fancy meeting you here.” He greeted Kitty while still clad in his riding gear and his helmet under his arm. 

[gail-hq-archive]

who: Gail Weston & Kitty Wilde @wildehq

where: IHQ

when: 1 July, 2019, night time

“I swear to god, if you continue to say stupid shit like this, you can find yourself a new lawyer to represent you. -- Nuh uh, and I can promise you nobody will put up with your shit like I did. So keep your mouth shut for the next few days or I will sew it shut. Understood?” Gail said sternly into her phone as she walked briskly down the corridor. What did I do to deserve these idiots as clients, honestly? She thought exasperatedly. 

Being so immersed in her phone call, Gail noticed a split second too late that she was about to barrel into someone much shorter than her. “I’ll call you when I have more information, don’t fucking call me before then.” She hung up her call and an apology was on the tip of her tongue when she saw who she bumped into. “Aren’t cats suppose to know how to land on their feet?”

[lucyclaw]

up, up in the air  → lucity ftf

[The familiar weariness of being on a broom for hours hitting bludgers at invisible targets began to settle into her bones as she sat down across from where Kitty was sitting and Lucy welcomed it with open arms. When Kitty had owled her with the prospect of having a small practice session she had jumped at the chance. The anger, sadness, frustration, and anxiety had begun building inside her for the last week or so was slowly driving her a bit mad. Hitting something was bound to let some of those feelings out, which was exactly what the small blonde needed. Now her body felt relaxed. Relaxed in a way she hadn’t felt since the bonfire.] “So we know why I needed a good sessions of hitting something but why did you?” [Lucy asked, staring across the table at the blonde. One hand wrapped around a bottle of butter beer, bringing it up to her lips as she waited for Kitty to reply.]