<div style="text-align: center">There was always a fine line, in Katherine's mind, between having fun and being pushed over the edge by some hapless asshole. This, was one of those finely edged times. When the brunette lifted a hand to shove the guy off her, her pale fingers almost to the grey of his shirt, she found him suddenly being yanked backwards by an unseen force. He stumbled and caught his balance against the opposing countertop, glare landing on Logan and suggesting very intensely that he was<i> not</i> pleased with the turn of events. His friends wheeled around, but seeing the situation and likely knowing very well whose house this was, they stood still and watched the situation. One hand held loosely against her chest, she turned to maybe thank Logan for his help, or maybe ask him why the hell he intervened in her fight, but Katherine never made it that far.<br/>
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"Fu- Logan!" The stranger's fist connected with Logan's jawline, the next preceding steps a whirlwind of action as the young woman shook with sudden adrenaline. She blinked owlishly, surprised at the trio as the two sane young men herded their very angry and very-much in pain friend out the door with much haste after Logan abandoned the first prick. The other people that'd been lingering nearby the kitchen had dispersed. Taking a few steps towards him as he pressed some ice to his face, she tried not to appear overtly obvious as she peered at his jaw. At his words, she finds herself rolling her eyes on instinct. "You didn't have to do that, you know." Her voice is soft but strained as she watches him collect his bottle. Ignoring the comment about her clothing, she continues, "I could've handled it. And what do you take me for? Of course I'm not going to tell Matt. Last thing I need is him storming off and beating some drunks ass. That's a great way to get him thrown in jail instead of off to boot camp like he's aiming for so badly."<br/>
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Heart still thudding in her throat, Katherine shoved some of her brown locks back from her face and sucked her bottom lip between her teeth for a short moment. It takes her longer than would likely be considered generally polite, but she manages to murmur, "Thank you, ah, Logan. You did handle it really well though. Normally I'd expect you to act about the same as Matt and devastate their lives, especially if you feel the need to punch them in the first place." As a thought crosses her mind, she tilts back her chin and narrows her gaze onto the guy before her.<br/>
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"Y'know, just because Matt is leaving doesn't mean you need to get all overprotective. I'm almost nineteen. I'll be more than alright fending for myself once Matt leaves, and I'm sure you don't want to be sticking around here more than you have to. Not that mom would ever kick you out, should you need a place to stay." Licking her lips, she picks up her forgotten glass and sips from the tart drink for a steady moment. She was sure Logan didn't want to spend all of his time acting as her guard, regardless of whether her brother found out or not. It wasn't like Matt expected Logan to act as her keeper in his absence anyway. As far as she knew, at least. Logan had his own life away from the siblings.<br/>
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"I've been advised by Matt to drink some and 'live a little'." She speaks absently, as if unsure whether she's speaking to herself or to the young man before her. "But, well, I've gotten you punched by just being in the kitchen." A sigh escapes her mouth and she rubs gingerly at her forehead, the same guilt from earlier bubbling in the pit of her belly. "I'm sorry, Logan. Is there anything I can do for you? I'm likely going to just keep trying to get a satisfying buzz until I go lay down in my own bed. Clean-up tomorrow is going to be hell and a half." Leaning against the countertop once more, the slender girl stilled as a previous comment suddenly came back to mind. A teasing and faint smile quirks her lips. "And what about you? You seem to be too busy defending my honor to be 'getting laid' tonight."​</div>