Re: [Gatecrashing.]
Honestly, it wasn't much warmer in the convertible, and Cat had spent the few minutes between destroying the painting and the arrival of Jack messaging and talking on the phone, but she was done and doing neither now. Tears were dry on her cheeks, and it was cold, but the girl just smiled that confident smile of hers, the one that came with perfect red lipstick and a careless show of pearly teeth. "You can sit, but it's not exactly warm in here." It wasn't.
But the door to the car was unlocked, and the owner was nowhere to be found, and the party had poured onto the lawn in the way that parties did. A couple was making out on the hood, and some girls were chasing each other around the lawn, and Cat lolled her head to watch it all with a combination of cocaine desire to join in and brick exhaustion and heavy limbs.
The music was loud through the open doors, and Cat looked behind Jack to see if he'd brought the entourage with him. She quirked a brow. "Well? Where are the others? Tsk. You didn't leave them behind, did you? How very un-gallant of you." Her grin turned into a bit of a smirk. "Honestly, Dahlia's more gallantly manly than you are. She might be willing to give lessons." As for Destiny? She didn't add anything, and part of her very much wanted Destiny well out of sight once Reece arrived.
And, Adrian, well, he was probably off somewhere doing someone. Sue. Wait. Right. This was Sue, and she was fucked up enough not to wonder what that meant in regards to his relationship with Newt. That was a thought for much, much later.