(2019-01-07) Discussing Vegas
Three girls get together to discuss Vegas.
Players:
august..katherine..katya..

Security meets Katya at the entrance to the studio, as if they were expecting her. They set her up with a name tag, and walk her through several confusing hallways until they come to a set. One of the men opens the door for Katya, gesturing for her to go inside.

Crossing the threshold leads into a well lit set, and the focus is the Stone great room. It is identical to the one in her actual home, right down to the throw pillows. Kate sits on the couch, her hands in her lap as she uses her thumbs to send out text messages. A slight smile plays at her lips as she taps, but she does hear the door open so she sets down the device to get to her feet. "How was your trip!" She says, a bright smile forming on her lips.

*

Katya arrived at the studio not too long after the conversation with Kate. She definitely felt out of her element but anything was better than being at home right now. Anything. Her eyes today were an ember orange, curly hair left down. She was in jeans and a long-sleeved black shirt with a black flannel over top. She follows the security guards with little to no discussion, just looking around curiously. When she sees Katherine, Katya offers up a smile.

When she gets close, Kate might pick up on a very vague hint of a woody-spice sort of smell. Maybe some kind of perfume or cologne. "The trip?" She cleared her throat. "Tennessee. Right. The trip." Exhaling in a chuckle. "It was good. Lotta fun. Met a buncha people. I placed even!" Grinning a bit. "Not top tier or anythin' but still got a nice little ribbon for my small collection. How's things been around here?"

*

"You don't look relaxed, and ..honestly after my trip to Rio I was kind of the same way." Kate sniffs at the air and smiles. "You smell nice though, come on over here and sit with me." She walks back to the couch, taking a seat and crossing her jeans clad legs. "I missed you while you were gone, I mean.. I haven't made it out to the Alibi again, but I was seriously considering dropping by there last night." She glances around, her eyes narrowed slightly. "Things don't really change around here, but it's been okay. Usual drama, usual suspects, you get used to it and start to ignore it."

*

She smelled nice? When Kate turned Katya took a more focused sniff and looked like she wanted to hide under a rock. But would recover before Kate saw her again. "Yeah…last night was…well I don't even know what it was. I just think I did something really stupid and I'm trying to figure out how to fix it." Or if she could just sweep it under the rug. If you ignored something, it went away right? Katya followed her to the couch and took a seat. "Sounds shitty, but nice to know I was missed." She grinned again. "I stopped by Alibi briefly, just to make sure things didn't burn to the ground while I was gone. And they haven't. So you know, that's also good." She mused, pushed a hand through her hair. "So what's this TV show you got in the works? The set looks really badass by the way. Like, exactly like your house."

*

Kate aims a look at Katya for a few minutes, tapping her fingers on her knee before she speaks. "Yeah, that's been going around. Bad nights. Odd decisions. I hope it works out for you, and I'm here if you need an ear."

She glances around the set briefly before she leans forward, an excited look appearing on her face. "So I want to have a television show, which is basically a round table of women. Every episode we'll discuss a few different things, no holds barred, offering up real opinions and solutions to taboo subjects. We'll be drinking on the show, so you being a bartender is a double plus. We'll feature some interesting drinks for people to try, and use it as a tool to loosen up to talk. I mean.." She takes a deep breath, leaning back against the couch. "How do you handle a blind date where you figure out really quick that you're not meshing? What do you do to get out of that? How willing would you be to try new things sexually with a partner? Stuff like this, stuff that people want to discuss but can't really do it in general company. Not all heavy things, can include funny stories as well." She brushes her shorter hair behind her ears. "We level with each other, we're honest, and we show that to the general public. If it goes well, maybe they'll send us some questions or scenarios that they want help with..and we discuss that as well."

*

Katya noded to Katherine's offer , but was more than happy to set the topic aside to listen to the concept of the show. She looked interested as Kate talked. Hell she already had the perfect quandary. There was a moment of silence before she nodded. "It sounds like a pretty cool idea. I'm,…more or less an open book. And alcohol's a good loosener of the tongue." She mused. "….Is it going to be a local show? Or is it going to be accessible by anyone with the channel it'll be on?" She asked. From her tone, this seemed like it might be a pretty important question.

*

"It will be a local show, but it will also be available on our website. Most people don't check there for some reason, we don't have many members." Katherine wrinkles her nose, folding her hands in her lap. "Well Heather said it will be available on the website if she approves and thinks we can run with it. If we do a few pilots and it doesn't check the boxes, it'll probably just be a failed concept and it won't be aired." She pushes her fingers through her hair, letting out a sigh. "I really…really want it to work."

*

Katya nodded, "Okay…that's…okay." Thinking over something. "I just have some stuff in my past. People from my past that I don't really want showing back up again. But if it's local and maybe online….I think it'll go okay." She smiled again. "I think it's a great idea and if they don't air it, their stupid. But there's alternatives. If they are idiots and don't wanna put it on the air." She gave Kate's thigh a squeeze before clasping her hands together.

Katya chewed her lip for a moment, looking around to make sure they were alone. Then she groaned and buried her face in her hands. Katya didn't really have friends around here, and she sure as hell wasn't going to call her parents. But she had to tell someone! Looking back up at Kate. "…I think I got hitched last night. In Vegas." Think…no, she knew. She just didn't want to admit it to herself yet.

*

"This also comes with a paycheck, by the way." Katherine says, aiming a concerned look at Katya before she reaches out to squeeze her shoulder. "We'll figure things out if you don't feel safe. That is a priority, you know, feeling safe is important."

When August arrives at the station, she would be given a badge and lead by security back to the first studio. When the door opens, she would see a perfect replica of Kate's great room, right down to the throw pillows. Kate and Katya are sitting on the couch, speaking quietly to one another and nobody else seems to be in the studio with them. Once the security men show August the way, they depart.

"You..you did what?" Kate holds up a hand, her eyes closing briefly before she takes a deep breath. "You /think/ you got hitched, were you drunk? How did that happen? Holy shit, how are you not freaking out right now?" She blinks a few times, considers things and gets to her feet. She fetches a bottle of whiskey that is on the shelf on the set, seems to be real. "We might need this."

*

August arrives sometime late, which she does perhaps half of the time. She's definitely one of the least punctual people currently residing in the B&B. She takes direction well, though, and so it's not long before she and her badge are stepping into the set. The set which happens to be a replica of Kate's Great Room, where she spends a lot of late evening hours by the fire. Aside from the sound of a pair of stilettos announcing her arrival by those heel-clicks, it's pretty much a given August has arrived when she says, "Fuck me. This is creepy."

Not the women talking, of course. This is creepy because this is a replica of the Great Room. But it's a television set, and now she's standing in the middle of it having one of those deja vu feelings, but she knows exactly why this time.

August is dressed down, despite the heels, wearing skinny jeans and an actual sweater that covers her from the base of her throat to her hands, and is not, for one, giving everyone a look at her belly and back tattoos. It's an actual complete winter ensemble, complete with fluffy scarf. The world may actually be ending. "Did you just say married in Vegas? That happened to me once, but I burned the license so it doesn't count." Right? It doesn't count, right?

*

"Fuckin' hell. No…I know I did." She buried her face again as Kate grabbed the whiskey. "There was definitely alcohol involved. Lots of it. And I remember a violin…" She straightened up, looking over as August came in. "I don't even have it. I don't think? All I know for sure is I woke up next to a cute guy with the gaudiest ring in the world on my finger and an email that has wedding photos." She dug her phone out of her pocket. "I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do. I can't even remember his name." Though she did remember that she thought it was a pompous one. "I just panicked, left before he got up and came right back home."

Katya pulled up the email on her phone that had pictures on it of Katya and a rather handsome looking guy - clearly at least somewhat inebriated but looking delightfully happy. Dressed in island wear with a Jimmy Buffet impersonator in a couple of them. If either of them had ever met Cash before, he was the man standing with her. "Katya by the way." She offered to August, whom she hadn't met before.

*

Kate brings the whiskey bottle to the couch, leaning in to look at the pictures. "He's hot." She notes, blinking a few times before she searches Katya's finger for a ring. "Shit, I got drunk last night too. Here, actually and all I woke up with was a note by my head that said, 'We'll talk later.' So.." She gets a shit eating grin on her face, almost as if she's proud of herself. "This is definitely something we'd talk about on the show, so.." She settles on the couch, pours herself and Katya a shot of whiskey and tilts her head to the side, crooking a finger at August so she'll sit with them. "What are you gonna do about this development, Katya? I mean…he isn't a bum. This..might be a good thing?" She takes a drink from her glass and sets it back down, settling back to get comfortable.

*

August smiles at Katya's mention of waking up next to a cute guy with a ring on. She can't help it. She's charmed. "I do adore waking up next to hot ones." She makes her way over to the women on the couch, her grey-eyed gaze still sweeping over set items, looking for anything that feels out of place. "Oh, wow. Maybe the chapel mailed it in for you or something? Somebody usually has to do that for it to be official." She thinks. She isn't sure. August knows nothing about this, really, except what whiskey can tell. "An email full of wedding photos would definitely make an impression on me. Were the pictures good ones, at least?" You know, priorities.

August can't help but chuckle. "That's pretty much the reason I don't drink in Vegas anymore." She moves closer to sit on the ottoman, and leans in to have a look at the phone too. "August Lexington." She crosses her long legs and says, "That is a cute boy. Very James Dean." She glances at Kate as she mentions last night, and presses her lips together for a moment. "Girl, notes in your sleep." She looks to Katya then, because she's curious too. What do you do when you marry in Vegas and you can't remember the details, and you don't have your hands on the paperwork.

*

"So it's a good dry run." She breathed out a laugh. "This is what got me in trouble." Pointing at the whiskey, but knocked the shot back anyway. "He is hot. And when you said I smelled nice…that smell is his." Katya paused a bit. "I may or may not have stolen his suit jacket. I really liked the scent." She laughed, a hint of blush growing on her cheeks. "And maybe I'm hoping he shows up to claim it? Notes in your sleep sounds pretty bad. Hopefully that all smooths itself over." Katya shifted a bit, slipping her shoes off and curling up on the couch. "I don't really know what to do…I think he actually lives here. In Calaveras. Like I'm starting to piece a few things together…but most of its all a blur." She sighed. "I'm sure if he doesn't find me first, I'll have to find him. I mean I don't know anything about this guy - he could be one of those weird guys who look all nice but are really just sadistic. Or something. I don't even know if I want to be married at all, it complicates things!"

*

"There was whiskey, wine and Indian food for me last night. I don't remember much of it, but notes in my sleep isn't a bad thing. The silent treatment would have been bad." Kate gazes steadily at Katya as she takes a drink from her glass. "Well I mean, if I were married in Vegas, had a lot of evidence that showed it? I'd look the person up, just to make sure it wasn't fake or ..some shit." She taps her fingers against her glass as she thinks of what to say next. "So he's a local? Goodness girl, hello complications. Do you know his name?" She glances over at August, grinning slowly. "I've never been to Vegas. I'm thinking a trip there might be necessary. I would totally sit in the lobby of a chapel to see what kind of people stumble in to get married. That's horrible of me, but I could use the giggle."

*

August glances at the whiskey, but then just tips back where she's sitting, hands propping her up as she sinks into a lazy, half reclined position. She turns her head to glance once more at the details of the set, the opened out walls a little disconcerting. She coughs when Kate mentions Indian food and whiskey. "That's how I ended up this mess, Kate." So August has at least a little bit of experience here, in both situations.

"If he's a local, that makes it easier. There's not a lot of town in this town. You will run into him sooner or later. One of us will. I work at the tattoo shop in town, and see a lot of people come in. If I see him, I'll certainly let you know, or call Kate and make Jasper sit on him until you arrive." She sounds as if she's willing to go on Cash Watch 2019. "How much James Dean hotness can there be in a tiny Colorado town?" Aug grins at Katherine. "Girl, you tempt fate if you drink in Vegas with your honey. So, yeah, you definitely should." Her grin widens. "The Chapels are a hoot. You can get married with almost any theme, including a plethora of Elvis impersonators. Drag Queen Elvis is still my favorite. We go for lunch when I'm in town."

*

"The only steady relationship I've had was the on again off again, unhealthy fiasco with a Russian gangbanger." Katya said rather bluntly. "And that was…a long time ago." 8 years at least…give or take. She'd been a bad teenager. "Going from random hook ups or a date here and there to married is a big jump." She shook her head. "I fully intend to talk it over, I just…would rather hide from it all.If you see him, yeah let me know…I just wanted a couple days to proccess. Like, I don't even know what he is thinking about it all. But…we'll see." Katya laughed as Kate talked about wanting to sit in a chapel and watch people. "It'd be pretty funny I'll bet. I know we must have looked ridiculous. I'd only to been to Vegas one time before, passing through on my way up to here initially. Didn't really do any gamblingor sight seeing or whatever. But I wanted to celebrate this time around since I'd won at the rodeo show an' all." Oh, also, there was no ring on Katya's finger but from the pictures it was…very shiny, large, and probably cost an arm and a leg. "Drag Queen Elvis sounds like a fun one. Do you remember anything about your married in Vegas moment? Is that just something everyone goes through once? Getting married in Vegas?"

*

Kate is quiet for a few moments as she drinks her whiskey, taking in the conversation around her. When she finally speaks, she sounds calm and centered. "Well if he does come looking for you, don't hide from him. If you both truly want to make it go away, it's time sensitive. If he wants to give it a shot…well.. that's completely different, you know?" She shakes her head at the pair, giggling softly. "I have never been to Vegas, and if I ever go? I'm not drinking, no matter what. If I woke up married, I'd promptly have a panic attack. It would awful." She leans in and bumps Katya with her shoulder. "Out of anyone in this town, I have faith in the pair of you if you got into this situation. Neither of you are sheets in the wind, you've got substance and you know what you want out of life. So..just remember that when the hubby comes to find you." She points at Katya before she turns to gaze at August. "I didn't have sex last night. So ..I have no idea what I said or did, but I'm sure I'll hear about it later."

*

August nods in agreement with Katya. "Agreed. Marriage is something I never would have said yes to sober. I remember a bouquet and $1200 white shoes, but I was probably at least seven drinks in the hole by then, and white shoes don't necessarily mean white dress." She frowns a little, thinking back. "I'm really not sure how it happened drunk, either. You know, it could have been a punking by my tattoo crew at the time. The guys at Emergency Ink were dicks about that sometimes, and all of us went to the convention together. There's a small chance they forged the wedding paperwork and left me in passed out in a friend's hotel room for fun." Maybe she didn't really get married in Vegas after all. But she could have. Easily.

"No judgment here, Katya. I've left a sea of one nighters and few-times-a-year people in my wake. Most of them were probably bad ideas. I favor bad ideas pretty heavily when I'm drinking." Or using other things, but she doesn't say that. August hmms. "Surely there's a way to find out if you're officially married and whether or not the paperwork has been certified, and if it has, then, his name."

To Kate, Auggie says, "You plus whiskey, babe, how bad could it be?" She thinks about that for a moment, opens her mouth to add more, then goes quiet. Now is the time for quiet.

*

"Ugh…yeah. I know. I won't run if he finds me…and if it comes down to me finding him, I hope he doesn't run if I seek him out. It's such a mess and like, why would anyone event want to marry me? I'm a mess." Katya laughed and grinned to Kate. "But what if you ended up married to like some rich guy or a super star? Would you stick it out?" Teasing lightly. "I appreciate it Kate. You two'll be the first to hear how it all goes down, I'm sure." She mused.

"There might be…I could probably get in touch with the photographer…email him back and ask for details? Not today though. I'm still so tired in general. Good nights sleep, hot shower, maybe figure it all out in the morning." She shrugged. Then looks to August again, then Kate, then back to August with a quirked brow. Curious as to what that implied.

*

"Honey, you think that you're a mess, but you're a beautiful mess. There is nothing wrong with you." Kate says to Katya, giving her the gimlet eye for a few moments to let that sink in. "If some rich guy or super star wanted to marry me, I'd wonder what they were really after. As much shit as I just gave you, I'm in the same boat. I don't think I'm worth/while/." She wrinkles her nose and shifts a look at August. "I don't know how bad it can be, but that note makes me think something happened. The last thing I remember is Heather interrogating him." She winces at that, her shoulders twitching for a moment. "Oh god.." Something finally hits her, because she's still kind of slow - thanks hangover. "What if you had sex with him? What if you had /unprotected/ sex with him?" She gawks at Katya, absolutely not considering that she might just be saying something that could cause more anxiety. It hits her five seconds later. "Shit."

*

August watches Katya as she works through the confirmation of sticking if she runs into this dude she's married to, to talk it out and figure a solution. August swallows and glances away when the woman says she's a mess, wondering why someone would want to marry her. And of course as Kate reiterates it for herself. Auggie shakes her head slightly and brushes one of her hands down her jeans-clad leg, the tips of her fingernails catching lightly in the distressed fabric. Finally, she says, "Photographer might have emailed him too. Or written both of your names on the receipt. Professional artists usually keep detailed records."

August's lips part to say something to Kate about Heather and her interrogation, but then the brunette asks the unprotected sex question. She bites her lower lip but does her best not to wince.

*

"I think you're about the sweetest woman I've ever met Kate. There's plenty a marriage material in there." Katya offered her a brief grin before pouring out another shot of whiskey and shook her head at Kate's question. "There was definitely sex. I don't know if it was unprotected or not, but we were both naked as a baby's bottom when I woke up." Katya confirmed. "I vaguely recall it being pretty good too…I think? I took a Plan B anyway. Just in case. I've got no reason to be on birth control cause I don't really go sleeping around anymore. But, shit. I don't know. I'll figure it out after I talk to him." She sighed and shrugged. "I remember it was a really pompous sounding name. I'll have to look again. Or it'll hit me later tonight. Or as soon as I see him again." She wrinkled her nose. "I don't want kids. I mean, not any time soon at least. Maybe if I get stable, then one day but until then." She shrugged and knocked her other shot back.

*

Kate crinkles her nose and she answers Katya's grin with one of her own. "That is very sweet of you to say, but everyone has ..good parts and bad parts, and some days I feel like the bad outweighs the good." She blinks a few time at Katya's response and then she giggles softly. "Well.. wow. You had a very crazy trip. Are you sure you're glad to be home?" She reaches out to squeeze her hand before she turns her head to settle her gaze on August. She is quiet for a few moments before she smiles again. "You always think of things that I'd never think of. How have you been feeling? Is everything going okay with you?" She winces as kids are mentioned. Kate is allergic to children, she doesn't want them. Ever. "Whee, whiskey." She says, leaning forward to snag her glass and finish it off.

*

August shakes her head slightly again, but doesn't say anything for a while. When she does speak, it's only after Kate's looked directly at her and asks a question. She smirks faintly first, though. "I would say my advice to you has yielded mixed results. But I do try." She tucks her fingers into a hole in her jeans, hooking a couple of fingers out another distressed patch in the material. "I'm not sure. I think so, but my life is a series of waiting for the next crisis." She does smirk then, matte-black painted lips quirking. "It is really nice to sleep beside a very warm body again, somebody who puts his arms around me without having to be asked. The nights here are cold." She says nothing about kids. Nope.

*

"Yes, but without your advice, I would have gone off in a different direction instead of thinking more about it. I'm a very reactive type of person. Thing happens, and I react. I don't stop and think, and I realize this and I should get better but every time.." Kate snaps her fingers, and frowns. "Reaction." She lets out a soft sigh, combing her fingers through her hair as she gazes between both women. "I did come to the realization that the only person who can change things for the better is myself. In my life at least. So I try to think of what is best before I react now, and it's been a whole twelve hours and semi-successful?" She shrugs, pulling her feet up on the couch. "Hey, if you're happy, the people who care about you should be happy for you. That's not /hard/, even if sometimes it's…difficult. If that makes sense."

*

Katya listened quietly, seeming to be mulling over something or other. Then refocused and chuckled. "Life is full a crisis's ain't it?" She shook her head. "I hope the next one ain't too bad." Katya said sincerely to August. "It's a hard lesson to learn." She said to Kate as far as realizing the only person who can cause change in your life is you. "Half the reason I left New York for Texas. I needed a new start to make those necessary changes." She nodded. "I'll bet it is nice. That's one thing I'll say. Sleeping alone kinda sucks once you've had a taste of not sleeping alone. But you get used to it." Another nod. "Mmhm. Unless you're like, really putting yourself in danger in some form or fashion, then yeah. If people care about you they should be happy you're happy."

*

August smiles again, but this time, because, "I can't believe I'm the stabilizing influence in that conversation." She laughs. "Kate, you have no idea how many times I have fucked up my life. I mean, I guess, law of averages? Eventually I'd give someone good advice. I'm really glad it was to you." The tattooer sits up, brushing her fingers through her hair, long locks falling across her shoulder. "You're right. Happiness in you should reflect from the people who do care." She looks to Katya, lips still carrying that amusement. "Me too. For you too. I hope this husband thing goes smoothly as it can." She pauses. "New York? I spent a few years in Brooklyn." Emergency Ink, mentioned earlier, is a major Brooklyn tattoo shop run by a bunch of hot little hipsters. "I miss it sometimes. The culture there is like nowhere else in the world."

*

Kate snickers softly, relaxing back against the couch. "You know, you two being so easy to talk to, and so good at the advice thing is why I want you both for this show. There are a lot of girls out there who don't have friends like you two, people who need to occasionally hear the hard truths and the funny stories." She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "I won't lie, part of this will be helping me also, because talking to people is how get better, especially if you're honest. So.." She scratches her nose gently, shrugging a shoulder. "We'll see what happens." She gets to her feet, walking over to the fireplace to peek inside of it. "I hope that whatever they put in here, it at least looks realistic."

*

"Thanks. If I randomly have to pack up and leave town - you'll know why." Katya laughed. "Yeah. I lived in the City but spent a lot of time in Queens too when I was a little older. I've heard of Emergency. Though I never got any work done there. What's your art style?" She asked curiously. Turning her head a touch to watch Kate, "I don't know about giving good advice…but we'll see how it turns out. I mean, real wood lasts for a while and there's so many trees around here. I'll bet they could put in some real logs without breaking too much of a sweat.

*

August's gaze follows Katherine to the fireplace. "They could do one of those ventless gas logs. Those things kick out some serious heat, which would be nice." Not that August is planning to lay around on this couch as much as she does the one at the B&B, but you know, she could in that case. "Girlfriends are good to have, for sure."

She glances over to Katya at the leaving town thing and smiles, "No, we can disappear the body easily enough if one of you has to go."

Auggie mms to Katya's question. "Black and grey realism, most often recently, but I did mostly American Traditional back in Brooklyn, except for a few select clients who asked for script or simple line-work. My old work seems to be holding up just fine." She's had the opportunity to inspect some in recent weeks. "And I can do almost any style, I just prefer larger custom work to tiny walk-ins. If I never tattoo another lipstick print on someone's ass, I will be a happy woman." Though most of her own tattoos are covered, what is visible below her jaw and her hands, is all black and grey realism.

*

"Heat is gonna be nice, especially for the morning show. This studio can get really cold in the morning." Katherine stands up straight, folding her arms over her chest as she listens to the pair talk about tattoos and New York, not really feeling the need to add to the conversation at the moment. She turns her head to watch both of them, a bright smile on her face.

*

Katya tilted her head slightly, giving another look towards the visible tattoos Auggie had. "Very cool. Maybe I'll hit you up sometime. I got a tat on middle back that I wouldn't mind covering up some time…" She mused. "Why would anyone tattoo a…nevermind. I don't want to know." She laughed. "Anyway…" Katya pushed her hand through her hair again and sighed. "I should probably get going. I'm beat, but I'm also excited for this." She grinned to the pair, starting to stand up. "Just let me know when the first shoot will be…and I'll keep you both in the loop on Mr. Vegas. Talking about it definitely helped. It was good meeting you August."

*

August nods. "I'd be happy to look at it for you. I do cover ups quite often. I recently covered some pretty gnarly prison tattoos they went deep, so don't be shy about whatever it is you need done." Her tone doesn't imply she thinks Katya's rocking some guitar string single needle. "A surprising number of people who do not appear to be drinking ask for that. I had to take the flash out of the frame, because I won't do it." She nods re: Vegas loop. "Looking forward to it. Pleasure to meet you, Katya. Stay warm out there."

Auggie looks to Kate, and the smile on the brunette's face calls a mirroring one to hers. "You seem relaxed and happy here, girl. Maybe last night was a good thing." Whatever she did or didn't do on the couch there, with a lot of whiskey on board, that is.

*

"Heather tried to help, and from the parts I can remember it wasn't ..that…bad." Katherine giggles softly, plopping back on the couch after she gives Katya a brief hug. "Call if you need anything, no matter what time. I hope things work out for you, and..I hope we get to meet the hubby." She gazes over at Auggie, shrugging her shoulders. "The hangover was gnarly, but..coffee fixes all the problems. Or so I'm told."

*

"Sure thing. I'll hit you up about it soon." Katya smiled to August, returning the brief hug from Kate. "You girls don't have too much fun now." A light tease before she headed out!

*

August nods to the bottle. "That'll help more. Little hair of the dog to take the taste of a hangover out of your mouth. Just whittle it down slow, grab some vitamins, and then go have some really slow, hot sex later. That's the best cure I know for a really bad one." August's cure for everything seems to involve some kind of flirtation or encounter of a sexual variety recently. "Tea works better for me. Coffee makes me tense." She can't help but chuckle at the thought of Heather's interrogation 'helping,' and so when she reaches up to brush her fingertips over her lips, it's clear she's trying to stifle that chuckle. "Might explain the note."

*

"I mean, he can hardly blame me for her being mouthy. I was tipsy while it was happening." Kate leans forward a little bit, resting her elbows on her thighs. "When things get right in my head, I'm calm. When they get bad, I'm not. I just.. I slept a lot today, and when I got up, I had coffee and it was a good day. So far at least." She flops down, laying on the couch. "I think being hormonal is not helping anything either." She turns her head to gaze at August. "I'm a /mess/."

*

August lifts her hands, palms up, and glances around briefly. "Who here isn't? Really?" She drops her hands to her knees, uncrossing them as she sits there, and leans forward a little. "I finished all three leftover cupcakes for breakfast. All three. And then I had some tea, some leftover takeout, and folded a shitload of clothes. I have too many bras. This lingerie is out of hand." She doesn't even go into what she did to the contents of the kitchen cabinets. Even as she's sitting here, she's resisting the urge to straighten up all the pillows. August crosses her arms and stops looking at the fluffy little traitors.

*

"You've got a point." Kate sits up again and she raises her eyebrows at August. "I cooked breakfast this morning, and my head was splitting so bad that I went to Java Junction to get some coffee. That man who came to the B&B yesterday for a chat was there." She wrinkles her nose and lets out a sigh. "He's so nice. Why are people so nice sometimes?" She leans in a bit, her voice quiet. "How many is too many bras?" She asks, quirking a brow. "I have a whole drawer full of them, all colors and shapes and fabrics. I like having a good selection of them."

*

"I don't really know, but almost every time someone's nice to me out of the gate, it makes me suspicious." August laughs. "What does that even say about the state of the world or my impression of it." She shakes her head. Then looks at Kate leaning in. She leans in a little and says. "I stopped counting at somewhere around twenty-three. Most of them are black. Who needs 23 mostly black bras? Yes, a couple are half or full corsets, and three were gifts." Obviously August does, because she has them. "And this is just what was in my suitcases. Most of my shit is back home in an apartment, which I guess I have to go deal with soon." Subletting forever to a friend willing to live out of some boxes isn't a thing she's going to be able to do. "It's probably fine. There's not a lot of storage in the suite with all the suits and… track pants." The solution is clear. The track pants have to go.

*

"Same. I think they're either hitting on me or that they're up to something." Kate blinks at the number of bra's and corsets that August owns, and then she listens to the closet woes. "Well once he moves to his house, you'll have a little more room. The one downside to living in a B&B, no walk in closets. Need that room so that the bedrooms aren't tiny." She takes a deep breath and sighs softly. "The contractor gave me a pretty decent price for the upgrades that I want to do. So I decided to go about getting it taken care of. I figure it will take a few weeks, and then they'll be working in the garage to get the fireplace in. They have to build the chimney and get that shit done first. Sounds super complicated, but they assure me that it's super easy? We'll see I guess."

*

August nods in clear agreement, "Yeah, most often both, really." She winces a bit at that. "Maybe this one's really just nice, no agenda." It could happen! She smoothes a hand over her thigh again, brushing those distressed bits of fabric. "You know, he hasn't tried to key me yet, so I count myself lucky. Though I really will miss all the warmth he puts out. I freeze my ass off at night. Poor Jackson isn't big enough to keep my feet and my hands warm." Yes, she uses her puppy for body heat. Ruthlessly training him to sleep on her cold toes. "I know nothing about contractors, and I would be suspicious, except you said he was a family friend, so …" Her eyes brighten at the mention of a fireplace. "I cannot wait. I can't wait. If they need anything from me, I'll do it. I'll even crash elsewhere if need be." She nods, "I totally get it. None of my houses have ever had walk ins until my most recent apartment, and it's totally packed. I may just ask the boys to ship it all to me and sublet. I think Angel and Jaime can handle it without breaking everything. They do the most delicate pinstripes on the eastern seaboard. No way would they botch that." Those would be two friends in Florida, probably.

*

"I don't know if I would completely mind? He's good looking, very nice, and he's an author." Katherine lets out a mirthless chuckle. "He's going to come up and discuss staying at the B&B, so then I can't date him. Dating people who live there is a big big no no. It never turns out good." She giggles softly and nods at August. "The fireplace there will make such a difference in heat. Those little heaters over the doors don't do any justice." She looks thoughtful for a few moments and then she speaks quietly. "Well if you need storage space, I have quite a bit of it in the basement and attic. There is a lot of space behind the loft room." She gets up, opening the whiskey bottle, taking a drink before she caps it and sets it somewhere out of the way. "I just look forward to having a bedroom on the ground floor, which seems weird, but.."

*

"To be fair to the Garage Suite, I am from and accustomed to Florida weather, where it's socially acceptable and even encouraged to wear shorts and a tiny tank top for much of the year. I'm just a tropical sort of person, with a sunblock fetish." Aug says, reveling in all her pale-skinned glory. It shows off her tattoos better. "Dating would get awkward there. Money involved. Can't really get away from him ever. Kicking him out if he pisses you off… but mostly unexpectedly running into him bog witch bed head trying to pretend you don't look like you eat babies and flay men for fun."

August's examples are often very specific and a little offbeat, but that's just who she is. "You make a home for people for a living. If you want to live on the ground floor, you should. No questions asked. And I imagine you could hear people coming and going better that way." She mms then asks, "How much storage? I mean… if this works out with Malone," She reaches up to run her hand over the side of her neck. "I'm sure I can send some of my stuff with him. He's already offered me space to put my garage studio, airbrush equipment. I'm going to get back into custom paint between tattoos. Business is slow here compared to where I'm used to." Major cities. "I need to supplement to keep my savings where I like it."

*

"Until you came along, I was going to move into the garage suite, mostly because I could disconnect from the main house occasionally. Building on a bedroom is just as good." An impish grin curves Kate's lips and her eyes get wide for a moment as she thinks to herself. "The basement has nothing in it, really. It's not finished, but it's not bare bones. Well no, my parents things are down there, Sarah and Lynn wouldn't let me get rid of anything." She chuckles quietly and she raises her shoulder to shrug. "Also, dating two men at once is not my style. I'd be horrible at it, and everyone would end up upset and grouchy. I'm bad at splitting my focus, I always feel guilty." She nods at August, her eyebrows lofting slightly. "Custom paint sounds like fun, and a great creative outlet. I hope I get to see some of your work soon."

*

August mms at the mention of the garage suite. "It is separate, in a way that's really nice. To be close but a little bit over there, especially considering how many times I came over really late to visit before I moved in." She crosses her legs again, lacing her hands to tuck around her knee. "I can understand that. I brought a bunch of my Dad's stuff, but still haven't gone through it. It's in the trunk of my Nomad still. Which I need to pick up. Is there room in the garage for a car?"

"Dating two or more men is tricky. And leads to possessive gestures, dramatic fights in public, and other things. It's not for everyone. But if you ever do decide to do it, make sure one of them isn't going to flip on you when he finds out he has competition."

"My insta has some old work, but if you ever want a mural in the B&B, I'll airbrush one cheap. Low, low price of chocolate muffins and more of those gingebread cookies."

*

"There is room, the driveway goes around the side of the house, right up to the bottom part of the garage. Could fit four vehicles, and we only have two there right now. Mine is always parked out front." Katherine winces at the mention of possessive gestures and nods toward August, because they both know exactly who would flip. "I could never do it. I considered it briefly back when Xavier was a thing, but then I was just tired. So I gave up the idea before it even had a chance to fly. There are too many reasons why it would never work. Nice as Sam is, I'm sadly distracted and it wouldn't be fair to him. Not at all." Her eyes light up as she gazes over at August. "I might get you to do something in the garage suite, actually. Something understated and beautiful. I could stand to have more art in my life."

*

"Would you mind if I put my Nomad in the garage through winter?" Aug asks, of course, without assuming. There are a lot of people at the B&B, but her baby isn't really safe to drive in winter, given it's a full metal vintage beauty that likes to slide on black ice. "I think it's good you considered it, and the reasons you rejected the idea seem perfectly reasonable to me. I'm happy you're meeting more nice people. I've met a few myself recently, and it's refreshing. Maybe it's a small town vibe." She nods at the idea of putting some art on the wall in the suite. "I'd love to. I work weird hours, so it'd be easy for me to do since I'm living in there." She glances around again and says, "Now that I've been sitting in here a while, it's less creepy. I do think that table's off, though." So she gets up, walks over there, and turns it just slightly. And then she adjusts everything on top of it by such a tiny margin, it's a little bit silly. "There. That was bugging me." On the way back, she fixes the pillows, too.

*

"I don't mind, it's not being used and it might as well have something in it." Katherine nods at August, a slight frown on her face. "I feel like I'm more closed in lately, but strangely enough, I don't seem to mind that much. I'm happy with what I've got, and it's really all that I need." She gets to her feet when August starts to straighten out the set, gazing around with a slightly glazed look on her face. "We'll discuss what kind of art would look good there and do something pretty. It'll make me ..happy." She props her hands on her hips and chuckles. "This won't be the set we're using for the second show, unless I feel like it needs a homey feel. I kind of want the set for the girl talk to look a little like a Denny's, weirdly enough. Just some girls, out having drinks and food, discussing life." An impish smile forms on her face. "You know…like getting married in Vegas."

*

August pauses in her straightening to say, "I think it's so hard to find contentment. You feeling you have some now is something you should hold onto. Must have been some night last night." She grins a bit and mmhms at the Vegas thing. "Oh, shit. I'll never hear the end of it if anybody back at Emergency hears about this. Or remembers. Or has cell phone snaps. Wow, some of the things I do remember doing out of town? I hope photo evidence never surfaces."

"A simple set could be good. Food is always a good way to get me somewhere. We should all go out, the ladies you have in mind. See what the chemistry's like." She hasn't committed yet, but Aug definitely seems intrigued by the idea of this. And perhaps spending less time sitting in the tattoo shop screwing around with the books.

*

"He pretty much said he would be leaving last night. Maybe I'm just facing the end with a smile. Better than the other options." Kate shrugs before she grins back at August. "I hope Katya has a good outcome from this. She deserves some happiness, she's a good egg." She chortles softly and quirks a brow. "I'm sure /someone/ has pictures, because that's the kind of thing you save until you need blackmail material. Right?" She nods at the talk of a set, giggling softly. "I think I can set something up, but if some of the women get…fussy? I better not drink while we're out, especially if Angela is going to be there. It will not go well."

*

Aug seems surprised by that. She sits on the couch and looks at Kate. "Did he?" There's a moment of silence, then she agrees, "Yeah, me too. Katya seems sweet, and… I got the impression she could use something lovely. I know we all could, but." She hesitates, then stops. Maybe she recognized something of herself in the other woman. She laughs though, at the pictures. "Yeah, it's exactly the kind of thing you save for blackmail material. I have an iCloud full of these things." So she cant' exactly be too upset about evidence of her many indiscretions floating around out there. "… Fussy?" Her brows come up. "So what should I know about Angela? Is she a dance on the bar while she's drunk, or a punch the biggest biker in the joint sort?"

*

"He's contracted through the semester. He hasn't made any plans beyond that and he has better offers elsewhere. He clearly hasn't made the house he's renting into a home, all of the signs are there." Katherine sits next to August and shakes her head slowly. "I'm not going to make whatever time is left into a big drama fest. If he decides to stay, great, if he doesn't? I'll live." She shifts her gaze over to August, letting out a long breath. "She's the hard opinions and blunt truth type." She rolls her eyes and smirks. "Heather gave me grief for wanting to contact her about it, but I think it's fine. If she causes drama? That's something else entirely, but if she's polite…it is what it is."

*

August's eyebrows rise. "That's… a special kind of friendship you have there." Her tone isn't quite neutral, but it's clear she has some opinion. She keeps it to herself. Heather's already done the opinion flinging. August is more quiet these days. Could be a reaction to living with another bossy type. She saves her energy for fights. And cupcake eating marathons. "Some drama is good for ratings." She hmms and thinks for a moment on the professor problem. "I hope that while he's here, you enjoy each other. And he keeps you warm at night."

*

"We're not friends. I think she'd be a good voice for the show, but like I said..if she pulls what she did when we were negotiating for the Winchester? She's out." Katherine slices at the air with her hand, shaking her head back and forth. "I no longer have time for people who are dramatic just to be dramatic. I don't want her man. I don't want her respect. I just want her to come and do a job, and if she does it well..excellent." She tilts her hand back and forth, sighing softly. "Nothing is ever smooth, and when it is, then I wake up the next morning to a bump in the road. Mostly caused by language barrier, go figure."

*

"Heather shouldn't worry so much. You have this under control, set plan, a line you don't want crossed." August lifts one shoulder in a light shrug. "You're handling your business." She does smirk at the other thing though. "It's funny that a man who talks so little could be so thrown by language." There's maybe a little sadness there, too. August is hard to read when she talks about him, though the reason for that is likely obvious. "Kate, this has been lovely, talking, seeing the set. I should get home. I'm oddly tired today." She's usually well in her stride by now at work, but today's an off day. "I think I'm gonna go collapse into a tub of stuffed shells in the bath." Yes, she squirreled away some leftovers from the other night.

*

"Heather thinks I'm weak, and I let her." Katherine gets to her feet and she leans in to gently hug August. "Go home, get some rest, and if you want things to nibble on? There are a lot of leftovers in the fridge in the main house." She takes a deep breath and runs her fingers through her hair. "I think I'm due for a nice long bath myself. Text me if you need anything, yeah?"

*

August slips into that hug easily, her arms wrapping around Kate's shoulders. She lingers for a moment. "Thank you, sweetheart. I will. Go, have a soak, relax. And text me if you have any ideas. I'm good at answering texts one-handed while balancing food plates and feeding myself in a bubble bath. It's a skill honed of many nights sipping champagne and playing candy crush in cities all around the world." She straightens, and takes a brief stretch, arms up above her head, the long line of her body arching before she drops her hands, and digs out her phone. "Don't work too hard. It's the first week of a new year. Ease into it." She begins to make her way to the door out where she came in, her security pass in hand. "Goodnight, Kate."

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