Week Five - Tuesday Who: Cat and Wes When: Evening What: Drinks at Heaven and Hell
Warning: Adult content
Considering she'd had an amazingly good time with Wes the first time they'd gone for drinks together post-tattoo, Cat supposed she shouldn't have been too surprised by the offer for a second night out. She was, though, and pleasantly so. She'd agreed without a second thought. After all, who wouldn't say yes to an evening out with an attractive, single man? The fact that he had a sense of humor just dry enough to keep her entertained and that bad boy appeal the drew her in like a magnet didn't hurt either. So when Tuesday rolled around, Cat made sure to get everything in her kitchen squared away early. She wanted to have enough time to devote to looking damn good. Picking through her closet for something that was sexy without trying too hard would take a good chunk of time given the clothes horse that she was.
She left mid-afternoon to do just that - pick through every section of her closet until, towards the back, she came across the perfect dress. She couldn't remember buying it and it still had the tags attached, but it seemed ideal for a night out having drinks. Outfit selected, the whole process of getting ready could officially start: she showered, blew dry her hair and pulled part of it back out of her face, she kept her make up light for the evening not wanting to overdo it, heck she didn't even really bother with jewelry. Grabbing a pair of leather boots from her closet she slid them on and zipped them closed around her calves before pulling on the dress she'd chosen for her evening out with Wes. The color was statement enough and the way it flowed over her curves like a loose bed sheet might didn't hurt things.
They'd agreed to meet downstairs where the cabs tended to wait to pick up those headed into town and so around 8ish she made her way from her room towards said meeting point. She carried a simple little black clutch with all the necessities for the night, going all around for that sexy/simple feel. She'd pulled it off quite well in her opinion, not to mention that of the students she passed on her way out. Or maybe it was that, given the material of her dress, exactly what type (if any) of undergarments she wore to prevent any unsightly lines was a topic meant for a conversation all it's own.
By the time she reached their rendezvous point, Wes was already there and waiting. From the looks of things he'd only just arrived, thankfully he hadn't been kept waiting. "Ready to see if Hell can handle the both of us?" she quipped with a smile as she approached. Something told her the two of them could get into more than their fair share of trouble if given half the chance. Tonight was definitely going to be a good time for the both of them, she was sure of that.