Re: In-person - Cat/Dickie
He looked good. It was the first time, since he'd walked into her bar, that he really looked like the Dickie she knew. It made Cat smile through layers of fence, and that was all she managed before the first flip and crawl that kept her out of the light. She'd never explained to him what she did, or how she fit into all this, into Dickie's past, but maybe it was obvious, given the way she moved.
Once the light was gone again, she walked closer to the fence. She was dressed all in black, slinky and smooth, and she'd figured it was the best uniform to use for her work, since it would double up during situations like this. Because, yes, Cat had anticipated situations just like this.
Black gloves, and she touched the fence without getting fritzed. Oh, it had been a while, but she still had some pretty sweet toys. Not as sweet as his bike, because anything that big? Had been left behind in Jersey. But the gloves were her favorite thing, and their retractable claws gleamed in the moonlight. "Oh, you know," she said with a lush grin, all entertained and nothing worried, "getting into some trouble."
Closer now, she looked him up and down, mossy entertainment and a smile on those ample lips. "You look good. In your element. Sorry I pulled you away from last call." She wasn't sorry, and she didn't look sorry. "Feel like helping a kitty cat out?" Old terms from home, and it almost made the clean air feel smoggy to Cat, who hadn't played this kind of game in a very long time.