Playing Cat and Mouse (Kate)

[Kate]

If there was one thing her bodyguards never messed with, it was boys she liked. Or was hanging around. Or had one night stands with. Anything of that sort. They protected her, but if she did it to herself and encouraged it, there was nothing they could do about that. So Nick was safe until he tried to hurt Kate.

"It's my boys, don't worry at all!!"

Croaker and One Eye tonight, both towering and muscled in suits. She smiled at them, and they almost visibly sighed. They opened the back door for the two, and Kate happily slid into the car.

"Back home boys, moma wants some more booze!!! Make a note that I want to... buy that club. And fire the guy who was bar tending tonight. Please and thank you!"

[Nicolas Constantine]

The bodyguards seemed to want to roll their eyes at Kate, like they wanted to say "not again". Nick slid in the car after Kate. Or rather tumbled. Nick's motor skills were as slurred as his speech at this point, and here was Kate, wanting to go home so she could drink more. After he was seated correctly and situated with the seatbelt, Nick turned and spoke to Kate.

"How much more cin you drink?"

After she answered, which Nick thought it would be an obscene amount, he would ask his second question.

"And where exactly do you live?"

[Kate]

Kate grinned at him, still very drunk. She'd be this way for hours, doubly so once they got back to her place. However, the blonde did buckle herself in and relax back into the soft leather of the seat. Everything about this car was high quality and SCREAMED rich girl. Because if I was a rich girl...

"I live in this awesome place down town. Penthouse suite, see the whole damned city. Hot tub, pool, big beds, nice stuff, and booze every where, if you know where to look."

She leaned over suddenly, getting all up in his grill with dead serious eyes. At least as dead serious as a drunk could get. The pale girl was trying to whisper, but the boys up front would hear.

"Don't tell.. the boys, but I have a stash they don't know about in my room. Vodka. The best stuff ever. It's the shit."

[Nicolas Constantine]

Nick's eyes widened as Kate shot toward him. Her eyes were serious and Nick looked drunk and frightened. Secret stash, eh? Nick smiled and giggled his drunk little giggle.

"You, you are a sly one, Ms. McHallin." he said with a suspicious, drunk smile.

Nick leaned in toward her so that their noses were touching.

"Don't worry, love, I won't tell them. They might take it away if I say something, so shh..."

Wow, Nick was drunk, and he knew it, but couldn't help himself. He just was going along for the ride.

[Kate]

Kate grinned, because her secret was safe with Nick. She had total confidence that he would keep her secret. Her vodka stash was safe, away from other people. Even if the boys up front had heard every word.

Soon enough they would pull up to where Kate did live. The boys opened the doors and escorted them upstairs. The pale girl stumbled into the elevator and pushed the button for the top floor. The girl was giggling as she reclined in the corner, leaning on the wall.

"Tonight... tonight's been fun."

And it was a load of fun. Kate was having a great time. This was the most fun she had had since... Adrian. Well, wasn't that a sobering thought. She had forgotten she had a boyfriend!!! Kate giggled again.

"I think I need more booze."

[Nicolas Constantine]

"Tonight... tonight's been fun."[/i]

"I must agree. Tonight has been very, very, very fun. The most fun I've had in a while. And remember, the night's not over." he smiled at her and winked.

Even though Nick was drunk, he still meant what he said. Nick was a bit of a hermit when it came to him and his music. He would stay home for a few days, the only interactions being at school, and then he would do out a few times. He did have the most fun when he was out, though.

"I think I need more booze."

"Me too!"

Nick did not need anymore alcohol, but the booze was speaking for him, and the booze would probably make him drink more if he got the chance, which was looking promising.

[Kate]

The doors slid open, and showed a small hallway. From there it was a matter of stumbling across it, and opening the single door into her lovely penthouse apartment. Everything inside was expensive and high class. Perfectly clean and pristine, just the way Kate liked it.

She stumbled inside and pulled off her high heels with a giggle. The bodyguards waited until Nick entered the place as well before shutting and locking the door behind the two. The big guys quickly stayed within eye sight, deciding to keep everything under control in case things got weird because of all the booze.

"There should be some... some vodka in the cabinet over the sink."

She was pointing toward the large kitchen as she struggled to get the last strap undone on her shoe. Most of the booze at her home would be vodka, as that was what Kate liked.

[Nicolas Constantine]

Nick entered the penthouse and looked around. It was amazingly high class, which he hadn't seen since he was last in England. In his home country, he was on the wealthier side, because his father was well known in the music business.

He copied Kate by slipping off his shoes while still looking around.

"There should be some... some vodka in the cabinet over the sink."

He looked over to where she mentioned and spoke as he walked over to the sink and opened the cabinet.

"This is a really nice place... I'm not used to this anymore..."

Nick was still drunk, but he managed to find a rather large bottle of vodka in the cabinet. He walked over to Kate and held the bottle out for her to take.

[Kate]

As Nick walked over with the bottle of vodka, Kate was slowly removing the pointy objects from her ears. That's right, her earrings. Kate found that wearing such objects when you slept, or passed out hurt rather badly when you wore the longer ones or bigger ones. She was prepared, and gave a rather lopsided smile when Nick held out the bottle.

Slender hands grabbed the large thing of booze and the idea of cups went flying out the window. Who needed cups between friends? Besides, drinking out of the bottle was all sorts of fun. She opened the bottle and took a very deep sip. The sting of it hit the back of her throat and she grinned, holding the bottle out to him.

"Alright, let's play a game... You ask me a question, and I answer. Then I ask you something, and you answer. You're first Nick."

[Nicolas Constantine]

"Aww, I always go first..."

Nick took the bottle from Kate and put it to his lips, first breathing in the fumes from the potent liquid. They made his head dizzy, but he took a swig anyways, swallowing it all. As the harsh Vodka went down his throat he coughed. He wasn't used to the straight stuff.

"Alright. Did you have a good time at the club with me?"

It was a rather drunk question to ask, but Nick also wanted to know how he rated on the fun-o-meter.

"And no tagging back on the same question! New question completely." he smiled, feeling sly at his addition to the rules.

[Kate]

What kind of lame question was that? Kate shook her head, and giggled slightly. Not with him, that much was for sure. Though he had never been to a club right? So, maybe that was a decently valid question. The blonde pretended to think a little harder on this one, while taking another sip of the booze. She was making an effort to pass the thing back and forth between them, so they would get even more drunk.

"Of course I did. Been awhile since someone has tried to kick me out of a club. Good times indeed!"

Yeah, she was basing the high point as someone trying to kick her out of the club. Those moments were always all sorts of fun. The blonde just kept smiling and tried to think of her own question. It was a lot harder, that part.

"Um... What do you think of my place?"

Now that was a lame question, but it was the best that the drunken girl could think of. She even waved a hand at her living room as she asked.

[Nicolas Constantine]

Nick looked around him when he shouldn't have. He wanted to observe her place and give a real response to her question, but when he looked up, the whole room was spinning. So instead he slipped some information about his past.

"It's really nice, almost as nice as my house back in England. Not quite, though."

He leaned in close to her ear and said in a drunken whisper.

"Almost." to give emphasis.

He pulled back to his original position and chuckled before he grabbed the bottle of vodka and downed another gulp without breathing.

"So who's your boyfriend?"

He was curious and drunk, what else was expected from him than to want to know such a thing?

[Kate]

Almost as good? Well an apartment would never be good as an actual house, because a house is always best. The pale girl smirked just slightly. Did that mean he had given Kate McHallin the idea to go out and buy a house? Probably. A house would be a lot bigger and a lot better than her apartment (despite it's grand size).

"He's the captain of the football team. Maybe you know him, maybe you don't. Adrian Hanlon is his name."

Adrian Hanlon was a normal girl's dreamboat. Even if he was not really around or anything. Kate was attracted to him, which she was the first to admit and all that. They hadn't slept together or anything, and he had... vanished. Into thin air.

But a good amount of people should have known him. The blonde smiled just a bit, then asked a question she sort of already knew the answer to.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

[Nicolas Constantine]

Did Nick have a girlfriend? Now that was a good question. Kinda.

"Nope. I'm more of a free soul, if you catch my drift." he winked.

Nick didn't care if he was making any sense or not. He was drunk and he really didn't care what she thought of him at this point.

"Unless I found a girl who REALLY wanted to tie me down."

He laughed, realizing that could have been perceived as an innuendo.

"Not in that way, though!... unless that's what you're into." he smirked.

Man, was Nick drunk.

[Kate]

If that was what she was into? Oh the contents of the back of her walk in closet would probably scare the poor boy. The list of endless things in a dresser, dedicated to her toys for boys as she liked to call it. The blonde grinned, and took a giant swig of vodka. So yummy, it burned so good down her throat.

"Oh well Nick, I guess.... I guess that's something I'll just keep a secret!"

She giggled, but her eyes were starting to close. As in, those heavily lashed eyes were starting to feel rather heavy. The blonde's head started to lower, and suddenly she jerked it back upright, making herself feel a little sick. Sudden movements were not the best thing for her at the moment.

"Um... um.... I don't think I can think right now..."

In fact, Kate felt like she was just going to be sick. Very, very sick.