#cait001

Location: Street outside KHÀOS

Time: After the KHÀOS Opening

Everett stood leaning against a wall outside of the still busy night club. It was early morning but the party was still in full swing. He must look a mess. He could feel his hair sticking out in different pointy directions, at least two buttons were missing on his suit and dress shirt, and somewhere along the way he had lost a sock.

But with all that he still felt the pleasant buzz of intoxication lingering in his senses. Despite his complex feelings about a certain family reunion, the night had been exceedingly enjoyable. As Everett reflected on his evening, smiled dumbly to himself, he heard the familiar rumble of a motor pull up in front of him. “Cait,” Everett chuckled in mock disapproval, “shouldn’t you be off galavanting the night away. I still can’t believe Harley got you to wear that dress.” Everett and all his incessant talk of fashion and couture would never have been able to convince Cait to wear the dress she had doned for the evening, he was exceedingly impressed with the witch who had.

Everett let his face sober, and gave his coven leader a reassuring smile, “Really Cait, you don’t have to worry about me, much less take me home.”