Mariachi punk rock was a new one for her, but after a few tequila shots, it was pretty awesome. It didn't take long before Kitty had found the dance floor and her rhythm--she danced quite contently with a group of people sporting tattoos up to their necks, until a certain song played (one that she wasn't familiar with, but by the looks of it, was definitely popular) and all the jumping around started. As soon as the room began to get a little too shaky, Kitty took her leave and waved her new friends off--she'd be back, she promised--and started toward the lounge section of the bar where she could sit and take a break. She plopped down in the leather booth and fanned herself, looking around for the birthday girl whom she hadn't actually seen in a while now, then decided that in this lighting, she really couldn't tell one person from another and instead closed her eyes while she cooled off.