Re: At the tables: Cat and Graves
Oh, she would drop by. She had questions, and she wasn't about to forget them. Of course, she didn't realize that she would forget, and that was a nasty little trick, and if there was something Cat hated? It was people fucking with her head. She'd had that done often enough in her life, long or short - however you preferred to think of it.
But, she did stand there a moment longer, after his yes, and maybe it was a moment of respect paid to those who were gone. Again. It just fucking figured, and she was left with that feeling in her belly, that feeling that said men couldn't be the end all and be all. It wasn't a new thought, despite being completely at odds with her brand of obsession. But, well, there it was.
"Tell her I'll miss her," she said, still not turning, and then she walked away to find Reece, and fuck all these twinkling lights.