Re: 9:45ish
She was totally about to chime in with Mary about how awesome she was and yes, let's go kick some ass. Apparently that wasn't going to be in the cards at all. Cath was a spoilsport. The best kind though. When Maeve was suddenly grabbed, her instinct - even with Cath - was to fight but she wasn't getting very far from just how tightly she was being held...
And as he kissed her, the anger sort of started to bleed away. Her whole body relaxed into a curious limpness as she practically melted against him. And while she didn't reach up, she was definitely kissing him back with an audible moan of appreciation.
When the kiss broke she breathed deeply and gave Mary a sort of drunken smile, "Byyee Mary... I'm gonna go see how close we can get to fucking in public." She grabbed Cath by the wrist and started leading him away from the bar.