Catarina Loss

     “It wasn’t me, so I can’t answer that one.”

“Stop questioning me at every turn!“ Luke was unphased by the sudden glamour failure. “Are you planning on attacking me?“

Catarina looked past him, over his shoulder, trying to get some semblance of control. “No. I’m going back to work.”

“What’s you’re poison tonight?“

“Self-delusion?” She joked for a second before sighing. “Vodka Soda.”

“I had enough interactions tonight to last a millennia.“

“What mess, Catarina? If your job is getting too much for you I can have it taken care of.“

“And what would you have me do?” Her glamour dissolved away as her anger grew,blue skin and white hair fully out. 

    “He would have been gone by the time someone got out there to you and you got back, his buddies started dragging him out almost as soon as he hit the floor.”

    “Sure did. First room too.”

“One more word and I’ll feed you to my children.“

    “You’re “awesome.”

“No.“

“How am I supposed to ever know what you mean?”

“You know what I like or did you take a wild guess?“

“I’ve been drinking with you for a century, you don’t think I know what you like?”

“I’m assuming you haven’t changed drinks since the last time I saw you.”

    “Oh please tell me it’s made with heavy amounts of alcohol.”