She was bored, hungry, had cramps and deathly, deathly alone. All in all, things weren't looking so bright for the werewolf currently. With a scowl and a flattening of her ears, Kik kicked one nazi-booted foot up onto the kitchen tabletop, causing the ever-present ashtray to jump slightly. "I was only fifteen years old, but I'd never felt so free~" She sighed out, a half-assed attempt at singing out loud. Half a sigh, half a growl rumbled up from the girl's chest to her throat, past her lips, and furrowing her brows, her booted heel came down onto the table again. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. Over and over again the boot came thudding down, the thought of what Kara would do for scuffing up the kitchen table never once crossing her mind.
Kara frowned slightly at the prospect of doing exactly as she was supposed to. "But... I don't want to be overbearing. I just want to be able to know that we're close-- that we're THAT close."She paused a moment, trying to coherently organize her feelings. She smiled slightly as she uttered her next thought, "... Close enough to be under his skin."Laughing, she continued. "I just want to be sure. Of everything. I just want... more of him, with me. I guess." She flushed, laughing again. "I'm gonna stop now. I feel retarded."
*he got up off of the bed, and headed downstairs, through the kitchen, and into the bar. He moved over to the actual bar area, and sat in Kara's favorite stool, spinning it to face the two women* Hey.
"You sound retarded," Kik verified, before flashing a toothy smirk down at the maid. "Don't worry about it Kara, he's jus' bein' stupid right now. And I'm sure the ass is being all mopey about what 'e said too." Blue eyes flickered upwards at the sound of footsteps descending the stairs, and Kik shifted slightly under the other girl, dancing her fingertips down along her spine, "No worries, eh?" She mumbled, raising her brows as Belfe took a seat near the countertop."Yo."