“It does,” Kitty confirmed, understanding better than some how feelings didn’t come with any kind of switch. Sometimes they just were what they were, and most times they came out of left field and surprised the hell out of you. Like whatever she felt for Nina, a woman she could admit she still barely knew -- yet despite that they always seemed to find each other.
Once they had made it from the previous floor to the one in which Kitty’s apartment was on, the blonde would not have denied the fact that she wasn’t exactly rushing to return home. Again, she would blame her slower pace on the desire to stay upright, and not at all on the fact that she wanted to extended her time with Nina. “Will you be able to make it back to your apartment okay?” Kitty asked, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen between them.
"Yes, I think so." Nina placed one hand on the doorframe of what had once been Isaac and Demi's apartment, pushing away the nostalgia and longing that she felt for her two friends. As amused as she was by Demi's inevitable irritation at a legitimately fun party occurring in the Capitol only after she'd left, she missed her something awful. She was grateful for the new connections she made -- especially the woman in front of her -- but even drunk, she couldn't shake the feeling of standing on a precipice waiting to fall.
“Good, I would feel just terrible if you got lost on your way home,” Again, Kitty knew she was stalling, standing just outside her apartment, shoulder leaning against the door as she stood facing Nina. For a moment it seemed as if the other woman was lost in thought, though she had the presence of mind not to pry. Sometimes people's innermost workings were best left alone, at least until they chose to say something about them. So there she stood in silence, watching Nina more closely than was probably appropriate, some might have even said she was staring -- though nobody else was around to witness it.
"I'm glad you could come to the party tonight," Nina added then, lifting her gaze up to meet Kitty's with a genuine, slightly triumphant -- they'd found the apartment, after all! -- smile. Sadness or not, ever-present anxiety or not, she'd still enjoyed herself tonight. "It was real nice to spend more time with you. I hope you had fun?"
“So am I,” Kitty admitted as she reached up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear, a genuine and happy smile gracing her own features as she did so. “And I did, thank you for the invite.” She stepped in closer to Nina then, not entirely conscious of what -- if anything she planned on doing in that moment, not until there was very little space between them and Kitty's mouth was pressed against Nina’s. The kiss was brief, so brief that she wasn’t entirely sure it had happened, except they were still as close as they had been and that could only mean that the last few seconds hadn’t been some kind of drunken daydream, but she had just in fact kissed Nina right outside of her apartment.
Nina's eyes had closed sometime mid-kiss, the drunkenness acting as a balm to smooth over the shock that would usually stop her from reciprocating before they'd had a chance to talk through what, exactly, was happening. It was nice, short though it was, though if it served to remind her of just how lonely she sometimes was. Her eyes opened then, coupled with a look of surprising determination, before she reached for Kitty's hand and pulled her in closer for another kiss.