[h3][b]Katherine[/b][/h3][hr]

Her head cocked to the side with a brief smile. "It's called being polite, or does the youngest child have to teach her older siblings how to conduct themselves in the wake of such family tragedy?" Katherine let loose some of her sarcasm in response to Mariana's attempt at being a smartass. She walked over to her sister with her arms still crossed at her chest, the black coat she had donned that morning billowing behind her. "Bartending, huh?" She added, giving Mariana a quick up and down before reaching for the glass meant for her. "It suits you. At least you're not leeching off of daddy dearest anymore...presumably, that is.

Katherine took a sip, one longer than anticipated. She wasn't in the mood and they could tell. Out in the distance, she could make out the vehicle taking Samuel back. She missed him already given the company she was left with, and dare she say, she missed him more than her own father whom she would never see again.

[i]Stop it, Katherine![/i] The young woman scolded herself, pushing out such thoughts with another sip, though not as long as the first one. The vodka left quite an aftertaste, though the slight burn was something she did in fact enjoy.