>Attempt to sasshay over to them nonchalantly and full of selfconfidence. Fail
Kitty tries to hold it together as she approaches the bartender. She pauses and looks down, examining herself, thinking...Okay, how do people...Let’s see...Sway my hips from side to side, one foot in front of the other, kind of a general wavy motion...Lead with your chest...
Kitty gives her best seductive lurch over to Meb, attempting to adapt a walk she’d seen Annie perform a few times while also attempting to not fall over in high heels.
She makes it right up to the bar before one of her heels slips out and she falls. She grabs the edge of the bar on the way down, holding herself up by her elbows and adopting a wry grin in an attempt to allay suspicion that anything had gone horribly wrong below her torso.
Kitty drops her voice low. “Hello,” she says, attempting “seductive temptress” but actually arriving at “cyborg with asthma”.
Meb raises an eyebrow. “Hey?”
Kitty feels a presence behind her. She glances back and sees Annie’s face watching from the bathroom door with great interest.
“What are you looking at?”
“Nothing. Erm.” Kitty turns back around quickly. “Sooooo, I hear you have an...invitation to the party we’re trying to get into.”
“Yep,” says Meb, matter of factly.
“Does that invitation happen to account for...” Kitty wiggles her eyebrows in an uncomfortable fashion. “Guests?”
“Yep.”
Kitty looks down at the bar, stands back up, puts both hands on the table, and tries to hoist herself up onto the bar. Her hip bumps against the side and doesn’t really make it.
She tries again, getting only a little bit further before sliding off.
“What are you doing?” asks Meb, incredulous.
“Hold on, I’ve got it.” Kitty rears back, grips the bar hard and jumps up onto it...
...And slides over. Meb takes a step back before Kitty crashes to the ground.
“Are you all right? Do I need to help you up?”
“No! No, no, I’m fine.” Kitty struggles to stand up, straightening out her dress. She turns back towards Meb and...Puts a hand on her face.
“What are you dommmmph,” says Meb as Kitty puts her hands on her face.
“Shhhhhhh.” Kitty paws her face. “Why don’t I go with you?”
Meb blinks. She reaches up and pries Kitty’s fingers off her face. “You know, I really don’t feel like going. The parties aren’t that much fun anymmmmmph.” Kitty’s hands cross her mouth again, more firmly this time.
“We could, er, have...” Kitty glances back at Annie. Annie gives a thumbs up. “...Fun? At the party?” Kitty screams a little on the inside.
“Hmmm. That’s true, I guess. But you know, I’ve been here since late last night. I don’t really feel like going to a party.” Meb suddenly leans against the bar. “But you know, I wouldn’t mind having a little fun at home.”
“Errrrr...”
“Or we could have a little fun in my office.”
A few things occurred to Kitty at this point. For one, she can’t wait to get out of this bar and somewhere with less perversely minded people. For two, Annie has pulled a camera out of her purse and is presently taking photos. For another, she’s going to have to pull off some quick thinking here.
“...Could I see your office?”
“...Really.” Meb seems genuinely surprised.
“Yes, I would like to.”
A smile crosses Meb’s lips. “All right then!”
* * *
Kitty finds herself in a back room, after a quick walk down a hallway. It’s a fairly messy office. Paperwork is strewn about haphazardly and post-it notes are everywhere. Several bottles of various alcoholic substances lay around in various states of fullness.
More importantly though, she can see it on the desk - a little rather officious looking envelope, sealed with the image of a red wyvern. She only has to reach out and touch it.
But the issue is complicated by the fact that Meb is presently sitting on a couch, looking at her rather hungrily and patting the seat next to her.
There are a wide variety of ways she could approach and get out of this situation, as long as she leaves with that invitation. Of course any number of these solutions could have various consequences somewhere down the road.
What will she do?
