Kata woke up in a bed that was not her own, but it was not an unfamiliar bed. Rather it was the bed she usually woke up in when she got pissed off her ass like she did last night. She stretched before opening her eyes to see that Giovanni wasn't in the room at the moment, and she thanked whomever for that small blessing. Katalina looked around to find her clothes but all she could find was one shoe and the ruined scraps of her underwear. 

"Where the fuck are the rest of my clothes Giovanni?" She called, knowing he could hear. She grabbed one of his shirts since he had a habit of keeping his blinds open to his nosey neighbors which she knew they'd be watching even at 7 in the morning. Kata went downstairs where Giovanni was sitting in just a pair of boxers. Katalina stared at him for a second before wrinkling her nose.

"Exhibitionist." She said, as she grabbed the pot of coffee and poured it into her mug, which she internally groaned as she realized she had a mug at his house. She found her pants laying underneath the movable island he had in his kitchen and she quickly snagged them, shoving both her legs in them before taking a sip of her coffee. She made a face as she grabbed the cream and sugar and dumped as much as the cup would allow into it. 

"Jesus fuck, what is that? The devil's spawn pulverized into liquid form?" Katalina said, taking another sip and finding it to be drinkable now. She walked over to the entryway where she found her shirt hanging from one of the jacket hooks, and her jacket hanging off the door handle. She shoved both items on, throwing Giovanni's shirt back at him. She found one shoe in the living room but couldn't find the other shoe for the life of her. Eventually she stormed back into the kitchen, glaring at the man in front of her.

"Where the fuck is my shoe Giovanni?" She asked him as she put her now empty cup into the sink before turning to the asshole who just had a smirk on his face. She glared at him before switching tactics, and moved so she was kneeling at his feet. Giovanni was a lot of things, but at the base of it all he was a man and an Italian man at that. She could do one of two things at this point. She could stroke his ego, or she could threaten his ego. Katalina was petty enough to go with the second one. 

"Giovanni, mi amore, if you don't tell me where my goddamn shoe is I'll make sure that you and your right hand will become much more acquainted. I can live sober, and I can definitely live with spreading rumors about a certain friend of yours." Katalina said, and Giovanni stood up, bringing her up with him. 

"That's no little lie cara, besides what makes you think you can stay away from me? You haven't been able to stay away from me for the last 200 years." Giovanni said as he crowded her into the wall. She just rolled her eyes at him, pressing a hand on his chest to keep him from coming too close. He was nothing if not predictable, although it could be that Katalina just knew him too well. 

"For that shoe I will, that shoe is one of few in existence anymore and is worth over a thousand dollars today. Where the hell is it?" Katalina asked him and he reached up, leaning closer into her and peppering kisses along her neck before leaning back and presenting the shoe to her. She looked up to see the hole in his wall where the heel of her shoe had been. He handed her the shoe and stepped back. She put both shoes on, before glancing up at him. 

"Go, Lady Death, before I find a reason to keep you here." He said hoarsely and she sighed before exiting the back door, which led to the driveway and her car. She got in and drove to her own house rather quickly, since she did have classes today and while she didn't want to have to go teach, in order to keep her end of the bargin with the Guardians, she would have to in order to stay out of jail. Only 240 more years of this bullshit to go.