In an amazing display of multitasking, the flask had returned to her lips even as the cigar was passed off to a refined-looking woman, who accepted it without question. Cathy took her time, not at all hurt by the fact that her boyfriend couldn't seem to remember that she existed--as would have been a normal reaction. Instead, she was annoyed.
"Fine!" she snapped back, stepping back from him and turning on heel. Vaguely, she was aware of the fact that it was late, she was blocks from home, and not exactly in the safest part of town. But she had no intentions of retiring to bed just yet, the need to stir up more trouble to meet desires she didn't know she had overwhelming. After all, the night was still young.