let me wipe that for you (o)

How long was she in there? "What's the plan, kitty cat?" she kept reciting as she nursed her bubbling tummy. It's hopeless. The dress was in no condition to be worn again and it was unlikely the bar kept a spare for their reckless lounge singers who needed a change of clothes. Kitty weighed her options as she stared absently at her phone's clock, her fingers curling and uncurling around the pink bow at the side of her panties while she thought of a plan. She's supposed to be on that stage for two more hours. Perhaps she could give Phoenix a call to bring her that purple halter? The manager hasn't been looking for her, has he? Nope, no missed calls so far. Maybe it's him behind the door, who knows. But the knocks had stopped and a familiar voice called through the door; it was her dear pianist, Ven. Kitty breathed out and managed a small smile, one quickly replaced by yet another yelp of pain. At first she felt maybe she was overreacting, but alas, she could swear her intestines were turning into burning lava churning and turning in her stomach.

Still only in her white sweatshirt and lace underwear, she motioned towards the door and opened it slightly, positioning her body in such a way that only her head could be seen sticking out. She caught a glimpse of the hustle and bustle outside, made surreal by a calming yellow light that tranformed all manners of shiny objects into sparkling gold, even the messy locks of the boy now in front of her who also seemed to glow around the edges. "Awgod, it's you!" she exclaimed wide-eyed, and without thinking forcefully grabbed the silver-haired boy by the collar to join her inside the restroom, thoroughly relieved it's not anybody who's about to give her hell for what just happened.

Always a sight to see, this beautiful creature, the blonde noted thoughtfully as she straightened out the wrinkles on the boy's shirt that was her doing, leaning back slightly to get a good look at him. Even in moments of semi-crisis, there ought to be room for genuine admiration.

Grinning stupidly to mask her discomfort, Kitty gave Ven a light pat on the shoulder before moving back towards the counter with her hands now on her hips. She tilted her head to the right to show Ven the dismal state of her evening gown now floating like a blob of blood in water, imploring him for bright ideas as to what could be done. "You think you can manage without me tonight, pretty boy?"

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tags: kraven

and i never listen to anyone

"It's dry clean only. I'm a twat," she giggled nervously and then shrugged, not quite sure what to do next. Idly taking her bag, she pulled out her medicine purse and neatly propped two small pills on her tongue with no choice but to dry-swallow.

She has moved on from the hopelessness of the dress. Might as well just throw it in the trash, really. But of course she wasn't going to do that. Kitty was a bit of a hoarder, after all, though she'd never admit it as it would awfully conflict with the devil-may-care code she's been living by. The pain in her stomach has subsided a great deal--only coming in sharp bursts now--since Ven came into the room--well, was dragged in, more like, but no matter. There was something about his presence that calmed the otherwise fiercely dramatic kitten. So calm, in fact, that everything went quiet inside her. Or maybe that was from the pills?

Kitten. She had fallen into a daze but thinly caught that word and her eyelids like shutters swung up ever so gently at the boy, her eyes dancing almost immediately towards his moving lips.

"----play all by myself, kitten? that's no fun at all."

The near-delirious blonde pushed herself up and smiled weakly, tilting her head in mild amusement as her question was answered in a tone that seemed to her suggestive, albeit probably unintentionally. Only a friendly nudge, perhaps. "Is it, now?" she sniggered, then unconsciously bit her bottom lip as she continued playfully, "not used to playing by yourself, are you?" before the boy went on to suggest something even more preposterous she had to let out that brewing laughter. "Walk me home. Oh Ven, you're adorable. It does not suit you!" If not for that mischievous smile plastered on his face, Ven would come off as cold and malevolent to most people. He truly is, to be fair, but whenever something even remotely sweet and nice comes out of his mouth, and the strange innocence with which they are spoken, Kitty couldn't help but think him endearing. "This from a guy who pounded me like a mallard duck," she teased, referring to their drunken escapade that led to a somewhat awkward but undoubtedly interesting meeting at the Gotham, when they found out they'd be working together. What a small fucking world. Quite literally.

"And no, I didn't want you to ask, my dire wolf," she spoke the words slowly, emphasizing the f at the end with an exhalation. "Would be best to do that myself. The prick must know I can't work in just my undies."

Kitty glanced over her shoulder to the left, checking again for the shower room she already knew wasn't there. Slowly she slid back down against the counter and brought her knees to her stomach, resting her chin on them and began to lightly rock back and forth to relax herself. The tiles were refreshingly cold against her exposed buttcheeks, providing odd comfort. "Come sit with me for a bit, will you? Seven minutes till the next set," she said, patting the vacant space beside her. "Got tictacs?"

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tags: kraven<3
notes: sorry it took so long! Dx no propurr internatz

and i never listen to anyone