Some women really liked getting attention from other men when they were with their boyfriends, they liked reminding whomever they were with that there were other people still willing to take their place should the need arise. Cat definitely wasn't one of those chicks - when she was with someone, she was with them. Frankly, she really didn't appreciate the interruption, either; it was easy to tell if two people were together, it took balls to step up and try to hit on a member of a couple anyway. Took someone with a pretty big ego to think that they could just slip in there, that neither person would mind. Then again, she was a were and understandably territorial. She was old enough not to let the beast take over completely, to know how to keep from making a scene, but that didn't mean she wouldn't make her displeasure known. If some little pole-hugger wanted to come and try hitting on Wes, she might wish she hadn't by the time everything was said and done.
How disappointing was it to see a beautiful dancer that couldn't dance? What a major let-down - there really was nothing worse, when it came to strip clubs. "Good to know you have standards," Cat teased with a grin, leaning into Wes. She figured he wouldn't settle for some hot tail that couldn't get her groove going - it was nice to hear she'd been right. Besides, there was a little bit of added fun in making fun of those poor girls that just didn't seem to have the skill needed to really turn a buck. It was part of the reason Cat had agreed to come - sure, she'd planned for it to be fun, she liked spending time with Wes, as a woman she could appreciate another beautiful woman and sometimes you could get a good idea or two from watching the really good ones dance, but most of all it was fun to watch the newbies trying to learn the ropes.
"A colorful package, huh? Color me intrigued...." It was probably a good idea, though - they had been lucky so far. It seemed a bit backwards to resort to safe sex now, but unless they planned to add to Wes' brood, it was for the best. Now, what color would he choose? Ha. She felt his arm slide around her waist, those weathered fingers of his skimming over the skin between her breasts. Leaning in, Cat brushed her lips against the pulse in his neck as he called out to the stripper they'd picked out earlier, waving her over. "Two for one, huh?" the redhead let a sultry little grin slide over her lips, eying the couple in front of her, "I can do that..."