Kat was genuinely shocked by being described as silly and it made her smile. “I don’t think I’d ever had anyone describe me like that.” Mafia daughters tended to stop being referred to as silly at a relatively early age.
At the bar, she certainly noticed the way that Alex shielded her from the jostling she would have normally gotten. She gave her a sly smile as she slipped away from the bar on the way to secluded bench.
She paused for a moment, keeping her features perfectly schooled, after Alex asked her question. Crossing her legs, Katja slid a little closer and let her foot brush Alex’s calf. “You think I am that subtle?” she pracitally purred. “I’m not, I am just trying to get you drunk.”
Katja winked at the cute waitress, thanking her lucky stars that the girl had decided to come out to the club. “Drink up,” she ordered. Raising her own glass, she said, “Budem.”
The Ukranian cheer wasn’t something she even really understood, it was just something had been passed onto her from her family. Katja raised her glass and took a long drink from it.