kate & tim
"Tim," Kate said with an expression that fell somewhere between amused and unimpressed, "as fascinating as your many, many personality issues and traumas are, I'm not here to play therapist tonight." She leaned forward, the action putting her assets on display. She had, after all, dressed for the occasion. "Now, we can talk about your difficulty to open up to your friends and your lingering trauma over your brother's death and your inability to process your emotions, or we can go grab a room and you can get me out of this dress and we can distract you from all those problems and then talk about them another time when we're not literally in a sex club."
Maybe it was a little harsh, but she had not signed up to deal with Tim's emotional baggage tonight. She liked him. She liked him a lot. But she hadn't put on this miniscule dress and fuck me heels to coddle anyone through their issues. She was more than happy to talk about these things another time, but this distinctly wasn't the setting for it.
Leaning back, she picked up her drink and finished it in one long, slow sip. Then she ran her tongue along her bottom lip to catch any remnants and, perhaps, to torment Tim just a little bit, because honestly she needed to get her fun where she could.