#catherine01

This woman, her appearance reminded him too much of a certain doctor who employs him. A shiver of fear masked by the calm mask of indifference, it seems that no matter where he is, she would be at the edges of his mind. 

Catherine Talbot didn't always like her. In fact, Nora remembered the skeptical look in her eye when Connor first brought her to his parents, the vivid sense of "another of Connor's bad decisions" being tossed through her thoughts. Her tune changed once she realized what Nora was capable of, but even as she started to warm to the woman, Nora would never forget those first few minutes of hate and distrust.

Seeing her here now at her son's wedding to which Nora was very gratefully not the bride was a pleasant surprise. After the tumultuous phone call where Cathy had begged Nora to take back her son, she was sure she would never see the werewolf matriarch again. It would seem she would not be so lucky. In another setting, the wizard would have been suffiecient to make herself scarce for the evening, but Catherine chose to make it personal. She chose to hate Esme. And well, Nora couldn't have her best friend being the ire of this woman's disdain.

Before Nora could really indulge in the bar that had been calling her name, she slid to Catherine's table, a small smile on her face. "Cathy! It's been so long. How have you been?"

It was another steady night. The college crowd was filling the tables and booths, and orders were being fillednin a reasonable time. Not too many young customers tried to venture in after dark, but Tifa kept an eye out for the occasional minor. Glancing at the clock, Tifa took off the apron she wore when working in the kitchen and took her place behind the bar.

The brunette wiped her hands on the apron she’d just taken off before tossing it into the basket under the bar. Glancing at the customers, Tifa stepped over to one who didn’t have a drink in front of her.