<div style="text-align: center">"You're so silly. I'nna gonna drown." Making an obvious show of rolling her eyes at him, Katherine splashed her hand once more into the gathering pool of water and gasped with surprise as it washed down over her front in a warm wave. She'd been managing to sit up on her own, at least, her long locks of brown and blonde hair sweeping behind her and caught in the water's grasp. She made a move to push herself to her knees- maybe she finally realized her clothes were still on?- when the sudden rush of hot water rained down over her from above and caused her to stiffen with surprise, lips parting with a stricken intake of breath. The droplets drenched her in no time at all, leaving her in a red tank that was almost mahogany in shade as it clung wetly to her sides and jean shorts that were<i> way</i> more uncomfortable than they must look at this point.<br/>
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"Whoa. What're.. you.. ?" Eyes blinking rapidly to dispel the water trying to gather in their corners, Katherine placed a hand on the tile wall beside her and the other on the muscled bicep holding her steady. Her pale green eyes settled on Logan's face as she twisted around, gaze drawn next to the almost see-through white of his shirt as it clings hotly to his frame. For a long moment, she can't remember exactly how she got there, or why Logan is the one in the shower with her. But then it doesn't matter because he's moving slightly out of her space, grasp on her receding until she's standing on her own once more, and she can almost think clearly. The haze of the alcohol was still fresh over her brain as she struggled to keep up with what he was explaining to her, though. For the most part, she thought she'd gotten it all.<i> Undress. Clean self. Return to room and Logan. Return to Logan?</i>  Following her train of thought left her slightly more confused than she'd been hoping for.<br/>
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"Alright, alright," she responded at the prompting from him, her brow-lines wrinkled along her forehead as she peered at him and then at the shower walls with some befuddlement. The swimming feeling in her head seemed to increase as Logan retreated, but she waved him away with a dripping hand. "I'll shower, mmkay? I got it." The slur was still heavily evident in most of her words, the casual way she spoke to him more than enough proof of her current state. The thought of being found or bothered by another person never crossed her mind. This was her room. She could do anything she damn well pleased in it, too.<br/>
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Before she was certain Logan had completely left the bathroom and shut the door, Katherine was undressing in the shower. The flimsy curtain that'd been stretched into place was transparent, even with the film of fog spreading over it. It was definitely the alcohol and maybe a little bit of herself that made her do it, tossing the soaked clothes onto the rim of the tub and away from the spray of water. Bra unclasped and forgotten with the rest of her clothes, she abandons her panties- a red lace thong she'd chosen for the night specifically in case a guy ended up in her room, though this was definitely <i>not</i> the circumstances envisioned- soon after and lets the hot water wash over her naked skin and clean the stench of sweat, weed, and alcohol from her flesh. Grabbing the soap bottle, she makes quick work of washing her hair and body, wanting nothing more than to be laying back down after all of the excitement of the night.<br/>
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When the water shuts off, she stands there dripping wet until the cool of the air presses in on her and alights goosebumps along her flesh. Grabbing a towel from the rack, she dries herself off rather hastily and wraps the towel loosely around her abdomen. She spends a good moment trying to figure out where she put her change of clothes when she remembers Logan telling her that he'd get them for her. Did that mean she was expected to walk out and let him see her like this? The shower had somewhat sobered her, but not quite enough. Shoving her inhibitions aside, she clenched the towel hard in one hand and ignores the water dripping from her hair as she opened the door. Steam billowed out from the room and into her bedroom beyond. Trying to remain casual, she stepped hesitantly towards the bed and tried not to hold Logan's gaze for too long when she asked, "So, what clothes did you pick out for me?"​</div>