<div style="text-align: center">The helpless image Logan presents of her, still in braces and pigtails, immediately has the girl cringing and shaking her head with a soft and lilting laugh. His next words, however, have almost the opposite effect. Sobering her for a moment, the brunette hears the receding statement in her mind as an unconscious playback.<i> My kid sister.</i> The odd twist in her stomach had to be the alcohol, because there was zero way in hell that statement actually stung. Offering a surprisingly vibrant smile paired with an amused chuckle, she made quick work of changing the topic. Or following the flow of it, at least. <br/>
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"I honestly think a lot of the people here heard about the party and came of their own accord. There's no way Matthew knows<i> everybody</i> here, but I do think he might know over half. So unfortunately a few shitty people meander their way in," she says. The glass in her hand is emptied at this point, only a few squares of ice clinking around at the bottom as she sets it on the counter and goes about remaking the same drink. The alcohol is definitely getting to her, the odd mix of it with the weed curling inside of her with a feeling similar to lust and anxiety shoved into one big ball of emotion. Swallowing thickly and facing Logan as he addressed her more seriously, Katherine's lips twisted into something between a smile and a grimace. <br/>
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"I'll be careful, Logan. And if anything happens, I can handle myself," she reiterates as she watches him already angling away and into the hallway beyond. "But, I'll try to have fun. And you do the same." Her words follow him as he goes and she settles back against the counter fully, watching a few people pass the archway and turning her gaze away as a couple gets caught their, lips and hands entangled in a display that should've been left for the bedroom. Or somewhere far away from her. Downing her drink much quicker than the last, Katherine makes herself a shot and downs that too. After another few moments at the counter, she barely tastes the burn of the alcohol, her count far higher than she normally allows it to go. When the thick head high she has mixes with a sudden rush of heat and dizzy energy that pools in her veins, she has to clench the counter hard in her hands and use it to propel herself out of the kitchen and past the blur of people along the walls. <br/>
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As Katherine passes another archway, she thinks she watches her brother disappear into a room with some redhead, her own eyes blinking blearily as if to clear her vision. When it doesn't improve, she turns, hand suddenly slapping on the wall to steady herself as she living room opens up before her. There are people dancing in one corner now, though there are still a few gathered in the opposing corner, sprawled and smoking. "Fuck." The warbled groan that leaves her mouth might pass as a word under normal circumstances, but as drunk as she currently feels, it sounds like nothing. A few people brush past her and she finds herself tripping, falling onto the carpet with a surprised gasp and staring at it as her fingers brushed through the thick fuzz. A giggle reaches her ears and it sounds familiarly like her own, but she can't remember having a reason to laugh. <br/>
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"I think I need to go lay down."​</div>