lost cause

"Cat…Cat…are you fuc-? Cat!" James finally broke through and caught the girl’s attention, "What gives? Welcome back to the world of the living…Christsakes…" He realised she didn’t look totally with it and it might be prudent to show some tact, "Uh…what’s up?" he asked her before taking a seat.

It took her a few seconds to think of an answer. It was like she forgot how to have a simple conversation. "I don't know, nothing really." Nice one Cat. She ran her hand through her hair nervously before glancing over at him, "How about you?"

"What are you doing here?"

"I needed someone to talk to, kind of. I dunno, just get my mind off things. I didn't know who else to go to, I mean I have my sister but she's back in London so -- I can go if you're busy."

"Ha! I knew I wasn’t just being my strange self. There was definitely something about Bristol," he said with a thoughtful nod as he wrung his wrists. "I’m not too scared of ghosts, though. I don’t think ghosts are scary. I’m more creeped out of the freaky stuff. Like, if you told me this place was cursed as opposed to haunted or if you said there was this cult or groupie here that just curses people and this whole place, I’d most definitely be pissing my pants right now." He was fascinated about her interests now, that was for sure. He didn’t usually meet young people who were interested in that, especially taxidermy. He thought that was more of a hobby for oldies or something. "You’re not scared of any of that, too? Not scared of ghosts? So if I were to, I don’t know," he began nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders, "Invite you to that haunted hospital to hunt for ghosts, you’d be all for it?"

Cat shrugged a bit, "Well I have no idea if there is a cult here or not, so I can't promise you that. There are some shady people here, for all I know there can be some Charles Manson shit goin' on. But we'll save that adventure for another day." She let out a quick laugh, "Okay so I might not be totally scared of ghosts but I am a jumper so if I hear a noise I'll probably jump ten feet in the air. I'm totally up for some ghost hunting, why not. Let's just hope that this doesn't turn into some Blair Witch Project remake because I really don't feel like dying tonight. And if it does happen, I'm dragging your ass down with me."

He was quite amused when she shoved him, he loved knowing he was getting to her. “One:” he began, his eyes on her, playful, “Even if that were the case you wouldn’t want to rule out men altogether, come on, don’t leave us all deprived. So many lezzers around already. My fucking sister’s banging the hottest girl ever for fucksake…fuck.” He gave her a scrutinising look, “Two: I know exactly what I did to your body and it wasn’t at all off-putting.” He paused before chomping the air in front of her before laughing in a goodnatured way.

A laugh escaped her lips, "Don't leave us all deprived. Men are so weak, it's the funniest thing, I can blow in your ear and let my finger tips touch your skin and you'd be on your knees within seconds." There was an evil yet captivating look in her eyes as she spoke. "Keep it up Fitch... -- You know since you mentioned it, I should give your sister a call. I bet she'd know what she's doing in bed." The brunette flashed another playful smirk at the boy as she released herself from his shoulder and turned around continuing to walk, just backwards this time. "I'm being too mean now, aren't I?" The sad, pouty face was obviously fake as can be. 

"I prefer his brother, he’s much more dignified and talented." he told her, wanting to wind her up. James noticed her bag, the bloody bag, he would have to by her a new one if she didn’t chuck that thing out. "Yeah well you may look like a rodent but don’t think that’ll keep you save forever. Carry a fucking rape whistle or something." he encouraged, looking at her as if she was mildly insane. "Been in work then, eh? How was it? You must be so exhausted, I could help you unwind in the best way possible.” he trusted his hips several times for a effect as they walked in the direction he knew led to her house. They’d had a fling before but it wasn’t like he’d ever let her forget it.

Caterina rolled her eyes at the Franco comment, even her sister knew not to insult the older brother around her but Cat was too tired to argue with James and plus she knew he was just fucking with her. She listened to him speak, thinking he was actually sincere until the thrusting came into the picture. Cat pushed him slightly, but still attached to his shoulder. "I suppose this is a good time to tell you that I'm a lesbian. I think I've known ever since we hooked up, the lack satisfaction you gave me just confirmed my sexuality I guess." She smirked up at him, "Kissing a girl's lips just gets me goin'." Cat was just being a major tease at this point, she never really thought about their fling -- but when he'd bring it up she couldn't help but joke around about it to get him riled up.