She was in a really, really terrible mood. People were literally moving away from her as she stormed through the people, heels clicking angrily on the floor. She couldn't even focus on the music, but it was more than likely that she'd dislike it anyway, so it probably didn't matter. A poor naive soul bumped into her, and turned to apologize and the words were stifled with one withering look.
Yes, if looks could kill, that poor boy would be dead and buried in his Sunday finery. He ducked into the fold of people, and that was probably for the best. She had a moment of recognition, that he wasn't terrible looking and she could probably have batted her lashes enough to get a couple drinks out of the boy, but really, he couldn't dance and until he grew a pair, she wasn't interested.
She continued her forward march to the bar, clearly not trying to think positively despite her bad day. She'd been at a protest of this stupid 'Marriage Act' or whatever it was called and had been apprehended by police! Of all things! She had legal rights, and was quite appalled when they were so viciously tramped about. Her friends, however, soothe and consoled that the police officer had taken her throwing her iced coffee at him completely out of context.
After that shenanigan, she'd had a shoot scheduled. She was supposed to take pictures of some rich lady's brat, and the pay had been great, so she'd agreed. But the whole event had been an utter trainwreck, and she'd ended up with vomit on her blazer, which she'd demanded to be reimbursed for. The lady had enough money to pay for it, easy. And it wasn't as if she could wear it again, with the memory still so vivid in her head. Of course, that hadn't been taken well, and somehow she'd ended up calling the lady some colorful names and had almost gotten arrested again. This time, however, she'd had her wits about her to at least try to seem apologetic, and the police officer had seemed too infatuated with her to believe she could ever have done something so terrible.
And now, this was her third bar. She'd had three friends when she'd started tonight, but each had abandoned her. One claimed 'family emergency', one had 'a paper to write', and the last had to 'go home to her husband'! Their lack of priority was frankly disturbing. Obviously, they should have had a little more sense to arrange these things to a time when they were not already supposed to be with her!
However, she was NOT jealous of a paper, families, or husbands (respectively). Definitely not of a husband. If she could help it, she'd never get married, and would never ever have a child. She hated the little demons until they could take care of themselves, and even after that, they were still whiny and annoying.
As she arrived at the bar, she allowed her expression to shift from 'I will kill you if you even try to speak to me' to the softer, more attractive face that usually got her more positive attention. And it worked almost instantly, as a man standing by the bar shifted to allow her room to order a drink. She flashed him a smile, even though he hardly allowed her much room, and slid in next to him, drumming on the bar, waiting a good two seconds for service before determining the bartenders must be blind and incompetent, and saying aloud, "Excuse me."
This was ignored, and there as a faint moment where her expression mirrored her annoyance, but it faded quickly. The guy who had allotted her a scant amount of space was laying a line on her, but Katrina couldn't hear him and frankly, didn't care, either. She rolled her shoulder out of his way when he reached out to touch her, rapping on the bar's surface loudly.
"Excuse me," she repeated, a tinge of aggravation laced in her voice. The guy who had been attempting to flirt with her caught the hint and moved on, leaving the bar. She shifted to accommodate the new space. So what if there were plenty of people who had been there before her and had been waiting much longer? She wanted a drink, and if it took her yelling like a banshee or crying like her puppy had just died, she was going to get one.