Catherine was hanging out in Avarice at the bar. She was waiting on Brandon to show up tonight, but she had arrived a little early. She didn't have patrol tonight, so at least she had the time to hang out with him and keep off others, such as the Sugar Plum Fairy or whatever her name was. Catherine still couldn't remember.
When Tasha came over to the bar, Catherine looked at her and waved. She didn't look like she fit in at this club, but wasn't that part of its purpose? Bring in those who don't fit in elsewhere?