Who: Cat & Callum What: After a fancy dinner, Cat's beyond amused. When: May 15th, evening Where: Cal's rented fancy cabin Warnings: It's Calcatum. Plz. (NSFW)
Having a proper date with Callum was both lovely and fucking hilarious. He had been looking very fine in a nice suit and she had gone out in something a little less than appropriate but what was the point of having it if she never wore it? She had only hoped that the attention it would get from the few summer patrons of their restaurant wouldn't bother Callum. Unfortunately, there had been one rather drunk man who had insisted on knowing why Cat was dressing like that around... her father. He'd actually said her father as if she was much younger than she actually was. Now, she knew she had a baby face but that was a bit much.
But she had played the game because how could she not? She had declared Callum her husband instead and when the drunk idiot insisted on knowing why, Callum's face had turned the brightest red yet when she'd answered something along the lines of 'massive cock'. She had an addiction to embarrassing Callum. Catherine just couldn't help herself. At least she tried to be positive about it, though.
But now they were back at their cabin and she had tossed herself on the sofa, toeing off her shoes and draping her arms over her head. She had maybe had one too many drinks but she wasn't quite drunk yet. It was relaxing though even if it couldn't distract her from the occasional prod against the psychic door to her sight. Each violent effort past it made it easier. Soon, she'd be right as rain and he could stop worrying. "That... was brilliant. I'm so--well, no. I'm not sorry about the thing. It was too funny."