[i]Well then. [/i] thought the crow-bodied vampire as she began making her first observations. [i]This brazen security guard, which I'm kind of surprised the heads at Orean Cause hasn't fired him long ago, has a thing for abusing people and taking in good doses of booze. [/i] It's quite obvious that his tolerance for alcohol is absolutely ridiculous, but he loved it anyway so a bottle of bourbon ought to be a bribery tool instead of a mind fogger. [i]And he said something about that poor sod being lightweight and drunk-easy.[/i] 

But before delving further, Catherine flew out for a moment, shifted in the alleyway, and came out again, this time as a black cat . Not exactly black, but a dark shade of grey. But still, she's now being a cat because plenty of people have a thing for cats. There were few things people could see with this cat: Siberian breed, with slightly trimmed fur, no name tag, red tie bows on her ears, ribbon of same color wrapped around her tail, and to finish it up, looking between its kitty and its adult age. All of these adds up to a fair, and fairly adorable feline creature.

Perfect.

And now Catherine walks back into the bar, nudging the door a bit before entering and then clutching and scratching the other boy's clothes. In a cute way.

This might help her lay out a few ideas for the coming days. They're not exactly evil plans, but they're not benevolent and selfless either.