"Lucky me," she retorted, amused. "I'll be sure to keep it that way." She wasn't sure why she felt the need to needle him but... that had always been their relationship. He'd poke at her til she poked back and in school, she'd ended up in detention numerous times because of Marcus Flint and when she started playing professionally? She was fairly certain that most of their fouls resulted from one another. Old habits were hard to break and after fourteen years of playing against each other and always being at war... it was damn near impossible to call a truce. Stretching, she yawned. It wasn't that she felt comfortable there so much as she partially drunk and didn't really care that much.
Course, even Katie could see he was getting agitated and when he took her drink, she frowned at him. "I couldn't have had enough if I'm sobering up," she muttered, crossing her arms. "And he's in the hospital so I can't call him. " Rolling her eyes, she moved towards his door. "Fine. I'm going home and you can go find your next perfect one night stand."
Katie was slightly hurt by his rejection and she didn't necessarily want to think of why that was. "And there's no way you've perfected the one night stand," she tossed over her shoulder, grabbing her hoodie off the sofa. "Not possible."