It was nothing unusual for Kat to go out, have fun, disregard whatever rules Sean might have in place. She got into her little moods. Sometimes she couldn’t help it, sinking into some mood or another, other times, like tonight, she was simply being a brat. There was a small group of them hanging out, having a good time, and she didn’t feel like calling it a night. Bar hopping for awhile, they ended up at some party until the cops broke it up. It was late, hours after he’d told her to be back. The car pulled up, dropping her off, and she sauntered in wearing a red dress. It was short, hugging her body with a deep v-neck, displaying ample cleavage, nearly spilling out the top. She didn’t bother with panties under it. The garment got her plenty of attention that night, which she fed on, of course. A tipsy smile formed on her lips, “I’m home,” she called out, like it was no big deal. Turning, she kicked off her heels, stepping into the living room, “hey,” she waved to him and his friends, “guess I should’ve stayed out,” the words were half playful, half pouting because she wanted his attention, wanting sex which wasn’t unusual given Kat was always horny though she was even moreso after dancing and grinding with various guys half the night.