-- & The disbelief is written across the faces gathered around at the table, beers lining the table as conversation continues; until Rita shakes her head and voice is broken through. “A fucking cat.” Bitterness runs fluid through out her tone, clear indication that yes, there may still be some unresolved feelings attached to her former --- whatever he was. “Can you believe that bullshit?” Perhaps if she had been paying attention to her companions face, she would have realized that there was another now joining their table. 

-- & The cold was almost as bad as the winters in New York, but here there was alcohol and warm places to relax. Back home you had to fight for scraps, and alcohol definitely would have fucked her up as her natural canine form. Seeing a familiar face delving into booze this late at night wasn’t expected but all the same, she’s happy to see him -- a hand lifting to call Dodger over to her booth in the back of the pub. “May be the drinks in me -- but you look real good dodge.” Eyes fall over his form slowly, manicured brow lifting in slight before low chuckle leaves. “I haven’t cock blocked you, have I? Figured, you might be up for some womanizing.”

‘i’ve known for a while now, i just didn’t want to admit it.’ - dodger & rita

 -- & She recognizes him almost instantly from the festival back upon Neverland, a smile beginning to spread across delicate features. “Dodger, right?” Name feels familiar enough upon her tongue. “Nice to see you again, although -- I’m starting to long for warmer temperatures.”