Kat could only gawk at Diego when he claimed that he could pick her up and carry her over one shoulder with one arm and not even feel a bit of strain in the process. She had to wonder if he thought he was foreshadowing to later in the evening, a scoff leaving her again as she pictured it. Diego fished for a story about not passing out on one of the couches and Kat’s gaze darkened. “Well, it’s not a good story.” She said, flatly.<br/><br/>With that, he was off to the bar to fetch their drinks. When he left her alone, Kat took a moment to glance around at those in attendance. She recognized all of the usual faces, of course, but there were some new people there this time around as well. To them, she smiled, if any caught her gaze. And then she thought that she felt a familiar gaze on her. She peered through the crowd where she felt someone had been staring, but only saw someone turn away.<br/><br/>Her brows furrowed as she thought about whether or not that person could be Chase. She shook her head, though, reminding herself that he was on his Euro Fuck Fest. Her jaw locked a little tight as she was forced to picture that for a moment.<i>What a fucking douchebag,</i>she thought to herself. Before long, thankfully, Diego returned with their drinks. When he handed hers over, Kat was quick to take a gulp, acting like she had been parched for it.<br/><br/>She took a big breath after swallowing down a large gulp and peered up at Diego incredulously. “Why? What happened? Who was over there?” She asked too many questions too rapidly, realizing she was coming across a little paranoid. Taking a forceful breath, she blinked a few times and evened her breaths, then took another long swig of her pink passion, still eyeing Diego for his answer.