Kate and Thirteen
Kate was melting. There just seemed to be no way to beat the heat lately, even showering and walking around in a wet towel wasn't helping much. She was thinking she'd have to go get some kind of a bathing suit and possibly dig a trench for a swimming pool when the text from Clint came through.
Sin City? Hell yes.
She packed some essentials into her purse, then headed through the Door to the other hot and sticky place. The place with the bright lights and bustling crowds. The place where she was sure she could hear the faint sounds of slot machines and strip clubs. This was bound to be fun.