Re: Log: The Cat - Cat/Matt
[The bar was closed, and Cat was sitting on the counter at the far end. Legs crossed at the knee, denim slim and snug, and a tanktop in white that defied the outside cold. Her bra straps were unapologetically red, and her hair was loose over her shoulders. There was no sign of her trip to the Capital, no sign of her own handling of her disappointments. The new diamonds she'd acquired? They were tucked away with her other jewels. Some of them she would liquidate, and they would go to fund her gaming hall in the Capital. The Egyptian was an exact mirror of the gaming hall by the same name that she owned back home. Her favorite shinies she would keep, and the rest would go toward funding her charities. But sitting there, she wasn't wearing even one gem. No, just garnet lips and veryexpensive boots.]
Something stronger than that. [Unapologetic. It took a lot for Cat to get drunk, and she'd only been truly wasted once in recent memory, but she liked the burn of liquor in her stomach. Beer, however, didn't cut it, not for Cat.] There's a bottle in the safe. [Inside, a bottle worth over half a million sat unopened. As for the combination? She didn't bother telling him. He should be able to figure it out once he realized the numbers equated to coordinates. Perhaps it was a test. Matt was hard to get a reaction from, and Cat wasn't in the mood for polite and meaningless, not tonight. If you believed her to be a machinating kind of woman, you might think she directed him to the safe on purpose.