Lindsey wasn't the only one who had a Halloween surprise up his sleeve. Cathy's idea had been an appeal to her boyfriend's unique sense of humor, as well as to his--ahem--other interests. Needless to say, when she had donned the 'She Devil' costume that was little more than lacy red lingerie, the actress had absolutely no intentions of stepping foot outside of her apartment.
Unfortunately, while waiting for the lawyer to hurry up and arrive, Cathy was struck with the irresistible urge to vandalize the door belonging to the nosy neighbor across the hall. Fortunately, she had the presence of mind to grab an oversized coat for the sake of decency.
Her supplies were limited, and she only made it halfway through her Sharpie mural before the door slowly clicked open. Good old Mrs. Fletcher stood there, an appalled look on her face as she began to harp at her. "Did you do that?!" Of course, she knew the answer was a resounding 'YES'. In response, Cathy flashed her a charming smile, shaking her head easily enough as she blamed the college students down the hall...even as she pocketed the Sharpies. According to the actress, she was simply doing a neighborly good deed and alerting the older woman of the damage done to her property. Strangely enough, Mrs. Fletcher offered a strained smile and thanked her, before marching off to raise hell with the students who weren't even home.
That was kind of cool.
Approximately forty-five minutes later, she found herself wandering downtown Los Angeles, lingerie masked by a new dress and accentuated by a stunning pair of Jimmy Choos, neither of which she paid for. What was worse, she knew it was wrong, and in moments of lucidity found herself downright terrified by the events that were transpiring by her own hand. However, at about the same time, her thoughts of alarm were interrupted by the flash of a pretty new piece of jewelery hanging around someone else's neck. The sting of her conscience was quieted by the seemingly never-ending supply of whiskey that came in the flask that she had also swiped from some poor, unsuspecting bystander.
And then, catching sight of Lindsey, she was for a moment Cathy again, running to meet the lawyer as her face flushed a brilliant shade of pink. She wasted no time with with "Hi honey, how was your day?", going instead straight to: "Lindsey, thank God, you have to help me. Something's wrong, I can't seem to--"
Her attention was diverted yet again when the cigar in the possession of a man passing by suddenly appealed to her. Cathy had never smoked a day in her life, yet in under three seconds, the cigar was lit and in her mouth. The man, complying, gave her a smile and without wasting a beat, she winked back. "Thanks, sugar."
She didn't even say 'sugar'. Horrified, she looked back to Lindsey. "Do you see what I mean?"