Caitlin and Van
"I swear if it does, I'm gonna go full cat on it," Caitlin said. Anyone who knew cats knew what they were capable of when it came to Christmas. She was half-serious but knew if she did start scratching at the fabric and smacking around the baubles and glimmering items, she would get booted from the dance. Though, that might not really be a bad thing but she was kind of having fun with Van. How was she supposed to enjoy the face he made when he tried the snack she gave him.
She grinned, slghtly longer and shaper canines clearer, almost menacing but that was part of being what she was. Her race wasn't exactly known for being sweet and innocent. "And they call it fine dining," Caitlin rolled her eyes and looked at what else they had pilfered from the food table. A lot of it looked entirely too decorative.
"I would kill for a bag of spicy chili Doritos," she said, "or Flaming hot Cheetos. This stuff is so . . . " she picked up a puff, "Pretentious? When it doubt, pinky out." She brought the puff to her mouth with her pinky extended outward. Cream gushed out and she chewed it.
"This one's fine," she said and put it on Van's knee from where they sat cross-legged on the floor, "Does it ever piss you off? You know, how much money they spend on this stuff and they only wear it once?" Her eyes turned to the group of students, decked out in nice dresses with elaborate masks.